I'm taking my hands off the wheel,
then I'll be getting out real slow.
I'm slidin' across; I know the deal.
Stick my hands out and open the door.
Putting my hands behind my head
and I'm backing up in small steps.
Don't want to accidentally end up dead
and a chalk mark be all that's left.
No, I ain't got nothing sharp in my pocket.
Got my license and registration in my hand.
Keeping my hands visible, my arm in its socket.
Won't make a move from where I stand.
Thank you officer, I'll be on my way
Headin' home, my money's all been spent.
I'll be driving slow and I'll be playing it safe
because I don't want to be another accident.