I’m always stuck in the middle
Of the backseat of the car.
I hope our destination’s close
And pray we won’t drive far.

My sister’s on the left of me.
My brother’s on the right.
And both of them are spoilin’
For a backseat kind of fight.

My sister starts, she’s touching me.
My brother kicks my shins.
We glare and squirm and start to fume.
That how the fight begins.

At first we’re talking kinda soft.
With voices deep and low.
“Move over, stop, get off” I say.
My anger starts to grow.

And then the fighting really starts.
We’re yelling and we’re hittin’.
It doesn’t matter who went first
Or where we once were sittin’.

We’re pushing and we’re grabbin’ hair
Our tempers on the rise.
As suddenly our mom turns ’round
With daggers in her eyes.

“I can’t believe you act this way.
I don’t know who you are.
Why can’t you sit and just behave
When we drive in the car?”

Well mom is really angry now
Oh boy, this woman’s mad.
“I’VE HAD ENOUGH”, her favorite phrase
To use when we are bad.

Our car trips don’t go smoothly.
We fight and mom explodes.
It seems we cannot stop until
Mom finally unloads.

And then Dad says “Okay, we’re here.
Now let’s go have some fun.”
While mom just mutters to herself
Thank God this ride is done.

I know there is an answer here
I think I have a plan.
The next car that we buy will be
A great big roomy van.