Traffic Light Pixie Words and music by Joe FicklinI drove to work down city streets, just me in my car G G C/D G Twenty-five miles, forty minutes; it didn’t seem that far G G C/D G Radio on and windows down, tuned to NPR D D C G When I saw a sight on the traffic light on my way to a local barD D C/D G I swear to you this is the truth, I had not had a drink But sitting up on that aluminum pole was a girl dressed all in pink Dancing on top of the signal light, she then gave me a wink Five inches tall, if that at all, and this is what I think She’s a traffic light pixie / She makes the colors changeD D C G Traffic light pixie / When the lights are acting strangeD D C A Playing lots of tricks, she / Makes the traffic flow F C G G But if you somehow make her mad / She won’t let you go C F G C Later on, on my way home, the streets were dark and dead There was a traffic signal on the corner up ahead I saw her dancing on the spar, I don’t know what I said She glared at me and with a flash the light went back to red What could I do? I had to wait, a cop car parked nearby After seven minutes, she finally let me by Not the smartest thing to do, I cursed her on the fly She seemed so near in the rearview mirror, with fury in her eye Chorus It took me two full hours to go a dozen miles Even Sisyphus had never had to meet such trials Like being nibbled on the feet by hungry crocodiles And every light is red and bright, she looks down at me and smiles Now every light I come to, I see her at the top I never get a green light, I always have to stop It gets downright annoying when I’m going out to shop The work commute got a new route, the lights I had to drop Chorus I drive to work down old side streets, avoiding every light But if I have to come to one, I stay far to the right I leave work in the afternoon, I get home late at night Advice is free, listen to me: Be careful who you fight For pixies aren’t forgiving when a pixie you mistreat Just as bigfoot doesn’t like it when you step upon his feet So when I found construction gnomes had torn up half the street I was polite, didn’t try to fight, was not so indiscreet Chorus