Gridlock Guac Attack

[Verse 1]
Pulled out the lot
Burrito deluxe
Extra beans
Extra cheese
Thought I was in luck
Now I’m bumper to bumper
Red tail lights
And my belly doing drum fills in the middle of the night
[Chorus]
Ohhh I’m stuck in traffic
With a time bomb gut
Windows up tight
Yeah I’m clenchin’ my butt (oh no)
Sweat on my forehead
Prayin’ for a stall to hit
I gotta go
Gotta go
Gotta go take a… (whoo!)
But I’m stuck in traffic
Doin’ that tight-seat sit
[Verse 2]
Radio talkin’ but I can’t hear a word
Every tiny little rumble got me spooked
Disturbed
See a gas station sign like a holy glow
Then the lane keeps movin’ like it’s sayin’ “no”
[Chorus]
Ohhh I’m stuck in traffic
With a time bomb gut
Windows up tight
Yeah I’m clenchin’ my butt (hold on)
Grip the wheel harder every little hiss and spit
I gotta go
Gotta go
Gotta go take a… (hey!)
But I’m stuck in traffic
Doin’ that tight-seat sit
[Bridge]
Grip and shift
Scoot and lift (c’mon now)
Try to breathe slow
But the clock say “quick”
Left lane
Right lane
Every lane thick
I would trade my car
For a bathroom key
I’d confess my sins
For some sweet relief
[Chorus]
Ohhh I’m stuck in traffic
With a time bomb gut
Windows up tight
Yeah I’m clenchin’ my butt (oh Lord)
Sweat drippin’ down
Every second feelin’ lit
I gotta go
Gotta go
Gotta go take a… (whoo!)
But I’m stuck in traffic
Doin’ that tight-seat sit
Yeah I’m stuck in traffic
Prayin’ this seat don’t quit

funk, Greasy 70s funk pocket with rubbery bass, clav stabs, and tight rhythm guitar; male vocals half-sung, half-spoken like a desperate confession. Horn section punches on the hook, background “ohhh”s answer the lead. Bridge breaks down to bass and hi-hat before a full-band, shout-along final chorus.