It was Sammy Hagar:
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55! Oh No!
Uh!
So I signed my name on number 24, hey!
Yeah the judge said, “Boy, just one more...
We’re gonna throw your ass in the city joint”
Looked me in the eye, said, “You get my point?”
I said Yea!, Oh yea!
Write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
Oh, yea!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
I can’t drive 55!
Uh!
When I drive that slow, you know it’s hard to steer.
And I can’t get get my care out of second gear.
What used to take two hours now takes all day. Huh!
It took me 16 hours to get to L.A.
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55!
No, no no,
I can’t drive...
(I can’t drive 55!)
I can’t drive...
(I can’t drive 55!)
I can’t drive 55!
That’s a good fun song. Sammy is even a good storyteller. Notice all the details and the logical sequence of events?
He, or somebody who wrote the lyrics has been through that scene before. I was surprised to see the word ‘Ass’ included in the lyrics, considering that it was released way back in 1984. The video on YouTube is fun to watch as well. Sammy in full rebel regalia, acting up! The Traffic Cop, cool in his dark wire shades.