"Seventy-Three Dollar Ticket," by The White Vans

From their new single:

I'm gonna write 'em up, a $73 ticket would ya look at her.
She's gonna huff and puff, because I'm a parking space saboteur.
And if I catch you parking here again, I'll give you one 'cause I can.
Typing in your information in my big, white van.

And the phone calls coming from the space right next to me…

You know I see you parking
Every single one is going to get the fine
But no one knows about it
‘cause we don’t let you know or even post up signs

And you’re cursing to yourself at night
Because I don’t relent
Back and forth through the garage
I’m going to get you yet.

And I’ll sit here booting cars and my, how those boots do shine

I'm goin' to Tolly Ho, far from this jerk hole in his big white van.
Not gonna pay the toll, no more giving money to The Man.
And I'm screamin' and I'm punchin' and I'm kickin' because of this scam.
But I will get revenge one day, oh yes that is my plan.

And when that time does come he's gonna get hit with a frying pan.