Driving in the country town in his big six cylinder truck
Displaying the trappings of his affluence for him half of his luck
His ego by him is not hidden away
There for all to see on public display
Yet so many like him in every village, city and town
With their engines revving in their big vehicles driving up and down
On streets familiar to them their egos on show
Honking their horns at everyone they does know
Those who have the mind syndrome of look at me
They are not uncommon every day one them does see
They like it when people are looking their way
Some men behave like unruly boys it takes all kinds as they say
Revving their big cars and trucks and their stereos blaring loud
They create as much noise as a small noisy crowd
Of seeking attention this does seem their way
And their sort i do see and hear every day.
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