Driver and Passenger

Here we go again,

Me and you my friend,

Through the turn that don't bend,

There is no time to mend.

You're driving,

And like usual I'm riding.

You say you're lost,

Don't worry about that boss.

Just keep going straight,

Because if you turn it will test fate.

You can't go to fast,

Because you might crash.

No we can not pick-up passengers,

Especially hitchhikers.

It is just me and you,

Because we are stuck together by more than glue.

Don't sweat the potholes,

Or any telephone poles,

In the middle of the road,

Because that will just add to are load.

So drive on my friend,

As me and you live on my friend.