Lyrics

Hey…well,
I’m a total stranger in a rusty Ford,
Won’t you hop inside my car?

I’m too fat and lazy
To get a real job
But I know how to get across town

I’m your Uber, buddy
I might know where to go

I’m your Uber, Tony
But I’m not sure you know

I have no license
No insurance
No Jake from State Farm helping out…

Great God in Heaven why do you trust me?

Well, I know you hate to find parking
So put your life in my hands
That app on your phone is really cool,
But I could be the Son of Sam…

I’m your Uber, Satchmo,
I’ll take you over to the Palm
I’m your Uber, Grandpa
I’ll get you home by eight o’clock

I could be writing down
Your address and planning to
Ransack your home…

Great God in Heaven, this is virtual hitch-hiking