The Unfortunate Tale of a Man and His GPS
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Lyrics
Verse 1: Got a GPS, thought it'd be a bless, But every turn it suggests is a wild guess. "Take a left," it said, into a wall I sped, Now I'm sitting here, wishing I'd stayed in bed. Chorus: "Oh GPS, oh GPS, where are you taking me? Every direction wrong, as wrong as wrong can be. You said, 'Drive straight,' into a lake, now I see, This GPS of mine, loves a good comedy." (Verse 2) It promised me a shortcut, to save some time, But led me to a dead end, in its prime. "Recalculating," it drones, in those monotone moans, I'm lost in the woods, surrounded by stones. (Chorus) "Oh GPS, oh GPS, are you having a laugh? Leading me astray, down this giraffe's path. You said, 'Turn right,' at a graveyard, in the night, This GPS’s sense of humor, is a frightful sight." (Bridge) I asked for the route to the city fair, It took me on a tour, leading nowhere. "Arriving at destination," it proudly declared, I'm in a cornfield, utterly impaired. (Verse 3) I want drive-through, hunger to quell, It led me to a car wash, what the hell? "Soap and rinse," it suggests, with no jest, My stomach growls, ef this GPS. (Chorus) "Oh GPS, oh GPS, can't you get one right? Misdirections galore, every single night. You said, 'Go forth,' into a house, oh the plight, This GPS of mine, oh what a sight!" (Outro) In the end, we've had quite the run, Through lakes, curbs, under the mistaken sun. Next time, I'll follow a pigeon or a nun, Or better yet, stay home—now, wouldn't that be fun?