The M62
A UK motorway,
Spanning from East to West
Unless you’re a Scouser
Then it’s East,
And down to the best

Everyday driving
I do, travel thee
And you drive me mad
As mad, as can be
With your multiple pile ups
And traffic so slow

The highest motorway point
Built in this fair land
Glorious views, over Manchester
But, no time to look
A motorway so busy
you can’t really look

Traffics so bad
For all to see
With multiple collisions
Accidents, daily from junction 1 to 38
Nowhere in this motorway
Are you actually safe

The constant roadworks, I see
Since I could drive
Ner, 40 years, 40 years of my life
Sat parked, but not, a parked queue
Every day spend time
Almost, daily on you

Driving the dangerous lanes
With drivers, who care, not a jot
Driving like muppets
Really for what?
A circus of idiots
i see them a lot

Speeding, dodging and weaving
Lane discipline, not
And lorry’s who sit
Right up your arse
They can see your dinner
From the night before

Audi and BMW drivers
On a personal quest
To beat their personal, drive home best
Driving at speed, no care for the rest
Who plod on regardless
And don’t hope for the best

No indication
Just pull out you c**t!
Emergency braking
More times than I, care to count
Traffic backs up
And we all, slow down

Reports of a jam, on the radio news
I know I’m sat in it
20 minutes ago this information could use
So now I’ve got the M62 blues
And going nowhere
I’ll be late, yet again, of that I am sure

Sirens are blazing
Emergency services, pass us all by
Hope everyone’s okay
And nobody, died
Motorway, now coned off
Traffic movement is fooked

As we drive past
An overturned van
Man sat, on the shoulder
With his head, in his hands
Doesn’t look injured
Can’t say the same for his van

Everyone one frowning
Theres no cause for smiles
Everyday carnage
I hear everyone sigh!
But on this stretch of motorway
Just another day, in paradise

The M62, worst motorway I actually drive
And sometimes I wonder
At my destination
How I actually, arrived
Today was a good day
I got home alive

I’d say I’m a good driver
Approaching a few million miles
But this motorway
It fills me, with dread
The standard of driving
Seen better from the dead and the blind

Really no choice
the only real way
So, sit on your tarmac
And endure this motorway, everyday
This road it does me
M62, you’re the bane of my life