Fuming Lyrics

Punch Fuming

What I lack in speed, I make up with efficiency. Although
the former seems to be what matters to you. And though I
take up much less space, I’m the one who’s in your way?
Guess my digital response to your one note protest is as
primitive as my mode of transportation. Just press your
magic pedal, and fume into the sunset. I don’t want to
smell your muffler.