104 Songs #3 – “At Least I’m Not Drinking” (ORIGINAL #1)
Maybe one day I’ll be able to write a serious song, but not today
Here’s my first original song for 104 Songs.
“Driving close to eighty in a construction zone. Eating a burrito, talking on the phone…”(Full lyrics below)
I heard one of those news reports about texting and other distractions while driving being more dangerous than drinking while driving. This is about a guy who is in denial of this fact.
Song #3 and Original #1 for my “104 Songs” Project.
LYRICS
“At Least I’m Not Drinking” by Rob Lambert
Driving close to eighty in a construction zone.
Eating a burrito, talking on the phone.
And I was just thinking,
At least, I’m not drinking
Need change for the toll, looking under my seat
I got athlete’s foot and I’m scratchin my feet.
And I was just thinking,
At least, I’m not drinking
Driving in my car I could do twice as much,
If didn’t have to deal with this stick shift and clutch.
Dog jumps in the front, I’m scratchin his belly,
Getting kind of bored, so I turn on the telly.
And I was just thinking,
At least, I’m not drinking
Coffee in my lap, pop a zit in the mirror,
Good looking girl ahead, speed up to get near her.
And I was just thinking,
At least, I’m not drinking
Browsing on the iPod to “Cool It Now” by New Edition
Would be so much easier if I had an automatic transmission.
Get a text message, “I caught you” says she.
I text back “Like Shaggy said, ‘it wasn’t me’”
And I was just thinking,
At least, I’m not drinking
Driving close to eighty in a construction zone.
Eating a burrito, talking on the phone.
And I was just thinking,
Mmmmmmmmmmm, m-mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
And I was just thinking,
At least, I’m not drinking
UPDATE:
When I work on it in the future I am going to pick up the tempo and try to make it a little more catchy melodically … also the stick shift themed bridge parts need some work … gonna change those.
Hello, friends. My name is Rob Lambert and I live in Chicago, 



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