I re mem ber
Sunday driving in my grandpa's car
Old songs on the radio,
the smell of his cigar
Everybody'd honk at him because
he'd drive so slow
Well, he'd just laugh and tell me,
kid, here's something you
should know.
They're all jerks when you're
out here on your own.
Just assume that everybody else
is half asleep or stoned.
They're all jerks.
Not a one knows how to drive.
So you gotta pay attention
to make it home alive.
I'll give you my philosophy.
I guarantee it was
Repeated after me, kid
They're all the truth
He said they'll let any fool
With money buy himself a car
And you can get a license here
However dumb you are
Oh, they all turn into hot rods
When they slide behind the wheel
When you get old enough
to drive
Remember, here's the deal
They're all jerks
When you're out here on your own
Just assume that everybody else
Is half asleep or stoned
They're all jerks
Not a one knows how to drive
So you gotta pay attention
To make it home alive
I'll give you my philosophy
I guarantee it works
Repeat it after me kid
They're all jerks
25 years later
I got children of my own
And I do all the driving
between school and job and home,
sometimes on the weekends.
We head out for the beach,
and with the kids
strapped in the back seat,
now it's my turn to teach.
So every time I'm cut off by
some wise guy in a truck
or some hero in a sports car
who's got to push his luck,
I don't get scared or angry.
I just sing this little song
It always cheers me up
To hear my children sing along
They're all jerks
When you're out here on your own
Just assume that everybody else
Is drunk or on the phone
They're all jerks
And not a one knows how to drive
So you gotta pay attention
To make it home alive
I'll give you my philosophy
I guarantee it works
Repeat it after me kids
They're all jerks
They're all jerks
I said repeat it after me kids
They're all jerks
They're all a bunch of jerks