Some people get mad, then they get even. Others-like Santa Fe resident Tim Dabbs-get rhythm. The private investigator and amateur musician recently took out his frustration about traffic congestion in our fair city-and particularly on the west side where he lives-by penning an ode titled "Stuck in the Jam" set to the tune of the Bee Gees' "Staying Alive."
And a one, two, one, two, three, four:
Well you can tell by the way I stop and go,
I'm a west ender: no time to blow.
River dry and river wet,
We tend to gamble when crossin' through it.
And now it's alright, it's ok,
We can look for another way
We keep tryin' our gas to buy
But city routes still drain us dry.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother.
You're Stuck in the Jam, Stuck in the Jam
Feel the wallets breakin' and everybody's ragin'
You're Stuck in the Jam, Stuck in the Jam
Well now, I get lost but I get sly,
and if I get either, I really don't try.
Got plenty of shortcuts like behind the Owl
I'm a drivin' man but I just wanna howl!
You know it's alright. It's OK.
I'll live to see another way.
It may be the other direction
But I'll have time for election reflection.
We're goin' nowhere. Somebody help us.
My council chick says, ain't nuthin I can do
Debbie's curse is hangin' on you.
We're goin' nowhere. Somebody help us.
Somebody help us, yeah. Stuck in the Jam.
Winding traffic from Alameda south is what you meet
Wherever you turn to get on Cerrillos Street
Bypass cars come streamin' down
Making traffic lines wind round and round.
And if you ever, ever ride a bike, stayin' alive is all that you seek.
We're goin' nowhere. Somebody help us.
Somebody help us, yeah.
So we keep bumpin' and bouncin' all over the roads
And wait for the RPA but still,
We're goin' nowhere. Somebody help us, yeah.
