At the drop of a bureaucratic hat,

They sling their bossy signs around,

“All get into Single File!”

Yo! Slow the busy traffic down!

Man, this business gets me riled!

Until I reach a frustrated

STOP!

 

Roadworks rage, rage, rage,

Roadworks rage, rage, rage,

Roadworks rage!

 

We trundle through, twenty minutes late,

Shaking our heads as we cogitate,

"What’s the reason for these traffic cones?

No one is working on this road!”

Just a fat bloke in a high vis jacket, 

Chatting on his mobile phone!

 

Driving: a daily catastrophe!

Roadworks rage, rage, rage.

Lateness: a constant reality.

Roadworks rage, rage, rage.

Roadworks: a national speciality.

"Mr Town Council, why can’t you see? 

You’re strangling this vibrant economy,

Digging up roads, perpetually!" 

Roadworks rage, rage, rage,

ROAD             WORKS             RAGE