Intro/chorus
See ya later, I’m goin to the DMV
See ya later, in an hour two or three
1st verse
a letter came to me, in the U.S. mail
prompt action was required or I could go to jail
my driver’s license, had yet to be renewed
less I take prompt action, I was likely to be screwed
chorus
2nd verse
When I arrived, it was roughly 2 pm
I was told to take a number and have a seat with them
My ticket number, 227 was significantly larger than the current 111
chorus
3rd verse
I looked around, I saw many types of people
Mexicans and Asian, blacks and whites from several nations
The DMV, you know it’s quite the melting pot,
Grandmas, baby mamas, and their kids in pink pajamas
chorus
3rd verse
It was 5 pm, when they finally called my number	
The woman at the counter, said sir how can I help ya
I told her I had come, to get my REAL ID
Credit card in hand, I was set to pay the fee
She said I am sorry but there’s nothin I can do
It’s cash or check only, credit cards they just won’t do
chorus
Verse 4
That’s how it goes, at the DMV
It’s a scary place go, for kids like you and me
Next time I go there, I hope to have more luck
So I can get my license, and get back in my truck
chorus