I want to be an Essex driver
and drive my car so fast
and leave others in my slipstream
as I go tearing past
I want to be an Essex driver
and ignore the Highway code
never mind the traffic signs
I think I own the road
I want to be an Essex driver
and ignore NO PARKING signs
and park just where I want to
on double yellow lines
I want to be an Essex driver
and stand out from the crowd
driving down the High Street
with my music blaring loud
But I cant be an Essex driver
and here's the reason why
I couldn't match the criteria
my I.Q. is to high.
So I booked an hospital appointment
for some surgery
and a consultant to perform it
a full frontal lobotomy
I know its rather drastic
but I can stand the pain
cause to be an Essex driver
you just need half a brain.
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I would like to translate this poem
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