The Driving Test

I've got my driving test today,
Am I worried? O sure, I would say,
And I know that I really look a fright,
I have not slept a wink all night,
Oh God! It's time, I've got to go,
One more drive in the rush hour flow,
To wait at the Driving Test Centre door,
For the examiner to cross the floor,
He comes outside, Oh! I do feel queer,
He looks very strict and so severe,
My instructors face shows no alarm,
He say's "take it easy, just stay calm",
So I settle in behind the wheel,
Do all the checks, and then sit still,
The examiner tells me what to do, and so,
It's mirror, signal, maneuver, and off we go.

That's it, the drives over, I do feel so sick,
Now comes the awful questioning bit,
The distance to brake? How far to stop?,
Which sign has that triangular thing on the top,
Where can I park?, and when is the time?,
I am allowed to park on a double line,
What's the motorway speed? Oh lord what a bore,
I really don't think I can take any more,
Then it stops! Now he's writing, his board on his knee,
Oh Lord! this suspense is just killing me,
Then he stops, he looks up, and my heart starts to race,
He actually has a big smile on his face,
Then he tells me, "You've passed", Oh I can't take any more,
What! It hits me as he closes the door,
I've passed, Yes, I've passed, and as much as I try,
I can't tell my instructor, cause I've started to cry.