Now I know I’ve reach rock bottom
It must be due to my
personality
I just got in my car
and I discovered
And even the Satnav’s
not talking to me
Now I know I’ve reach rock bottom
It must be due to my
personality
I just got in my car
and I discovered
And even the Satnav’s
not talking to me
My Satnav is a very helpful device
But you don’t need to take
its advice
Sometimes you have to
give it a rest
Because it doesn’t
always know best
I bought myself a Satnav
I got in the car,
turned it on
And I put it on my
dash
And it told me where I
was
Like I didn’t know already
What a waste of bloody
cash
My Satnav has audible alarms
They make each journey
fraught
So, I think I’ll
trade it in
And buy the silent
sort
My satnav is worse than my wife
Telling me how to
drive
If the limit is thirty miles
an hour
It nags me, I’m doing
thirty five
I don’t have a Satnav
I don’t need one in my
life
l have something
better
My Satnav is my wife
When I ignored the Satnav
I actually heard it
scoff
And when I said “I’ll
go my way”
It told me to sod off
I’ve got to drive myself to Blackpool
And I’ve not long
passed my test
Now I have to navigate
my way around
The cobbled motorways
of the northwest
“I’ve been to Wales with Jane”
I was told by my
friend
“Then tomorrow Jane
and I
Are going to Lands End”
“And I will probably
take Jane
To London at the
weekend”
I didn’t like to
shatter his illusions
But I had to in the
end
“Jane is the voice on
your SatNav
She’s not a proper
girlfriend”
I want to get a Tom Tom
Or any make of Satnav
But my lady wife won’t
hear of it
Not all the time I
have
Her to map read for me
And give me vague
directions
Saying left instead of
right
At all the intersections
But it’s always my
fault
When we take another
detour
Though it’s her not
paying attention
I don’t want to do
this anymore
For she doesn’t really
map read
She only reads her
women’s mag
But that’s what I’m
stuck with
A fifty-year-old sat
nag