Track 2 of the EP Clipboard Man Is Watching · 2024
Driving Test Tuesday, Clipboard Man Is Watching
“Sweaty hands on the wheel and a man with a clipboard. I passed, barely, and I wrote this on the way home.”
punk · punk · skate punk · 3:03
Lyrics
Tuesday morning, nine o'clock My hands are sweating on the wheel Man with a clipboard in the seat Says nothing, and I can't tell how I feel I checked the mirror twenty times I checked the mirror once again Mom is waving from the curb Like I'm shipping out to sea My heart is going boom boom boom My knees are going knock knock knock Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Signal on and eyes up front Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Gang, we're doing this today Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Nobody ever drove without a shake Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Here comes the corner, here we go Parallel park between two cones I miss it once and then I try again The clipboard man just writes a note I hope it says that I'm a friend A dog runs past, I hit the brakes We both look up and both say whoa A little kid is laughing hard And I am laughing too, you know My heart is going boom boom boom My knees are going knock knock knock Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Signal on and eyes up front Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Gang, we're doing this today Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Nobody ever drove without a shake Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Here comes the corner, here we go Back in the lot, the engine stops He clears his throat, I hold my breath He smiles a little, taps his pen And says you passed, you passed, you passed Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Signal on and eyes up front Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Gang, we did it, so did I Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Nobody ever drove without a shake Nervous, nervous, but I'm going Here comes the open road I passed, I passed, I passed Mom is jumping on the curb I passed, I passed, I passed