Georgie on the Freeways

The summer sun was beating down,

Oh pity would it show

George Chester's office air conditioner

Would no longer go.

As pools of sweat rolled off his brow

He had one reverie.

He saw himself with his wife and kids

In his cottage by the sea.

He paid for his car at the parking lot

Which gave the poor man chills.

The attendant laughed and walked away

Thumbing a roll of bills.

He started his engine with trembling hands

At the end of a long, hard day.

And placing himself in the hands of God

He drove to the long freeway.

The traffic stretched far as the eye can see

As bumper to bumper they sped.

They drove at supernatural speeds

Which filled his heart with dread.

Sometimes they stopped for an hour or more

And a thousand horns would blow.

George Chester's eyes rolled back in his head

And his poor brain started to go.

He came at last to the turnpike gate

And he laid his money down.

He took the fist turn to the right

And he followed the curve around

He took each bend of the clover leaf,

He followed every sign,

And when he came back to the same toll gate

He gave them another dime.

His hands were tight on the steering wheel,

His lips and throat were dry.

He swore by all that he held dear

He'd make it through or die.

He took the first turn to the right

The clover leaf to go through.

He was quite sure of his success

Till the toll gate rose in view.

And now they say when the moon is full

And the clover leaf is still,

The sound of an engine can be heard

Laboring up the hill.

A dime drops in the toll machine

In the cool of a summer's night.

And eternally that poor car

Takes the first turn to the right.