Traffic Everywhere


Music and lyrics by Richie Kavanagh

Now I tried ta go to work in ta me local town.
But I get stuck in traffic, I can’t move up or down.
Lorries here, vans there an’ cars everywhere.
An’ even JCB’s digging up the market square.

Chorus

Oh Traffic, traffic, traffic, ah traffic everywhere.
All this feckin’ traffic, makes ye want ta swear.
Traffic, traffic, traffic every other day.
All that feckin’ traffic, always in me way.

Now people they do quare things, when they’re in a traffic jam.
Some people get so angry, some stay so very calm.
Lads eating fags an’ yawning an’ then their nose they pick.
While the ladies powder up their noses an’ slap on the lipstick.

Chorus

(Oh) Traffic, traffic, traffic, ah traffic everywhere.
All this feckin’ traffic, makes ye want ta swear.
Traffic, traffic, traffic every other day.
All that feckin’ traffic always in me way.

(Johnny)….. “I can’t take any more of it lad”
(Richie)….”Ah say three our fathers an’ you’ll be alright”

Be careful of the fella with his elbow out the door.
That’s a sure sign of a real bould hur.
He’s ravin’ at the engine, he’s gonna make a burst.
An’ nothings gonna stop him, he’s determined he’ll be first.

Chorus

(Oh) Traffic, traffic, traffic, ah traffic everywhere.
All this feckin’ traffic,m makes ye want ta swear.
Traffic, traffic, traffic, every other day.
All that feckin’ traffic, always in me way.

All that feckin’ traffic, always in me way.
“An’ thats the truth”