People who drive drunk are playing Chicken: the solitary version. Others on the road who are driving sober don't ask to play the game. We are S.A.D.D.! We are S.A.D.D. for all those innocent victims who lost their lives at the hands of a drunk driver. We are S.A.D.D. that people are still playing the game of "Chicken." They are playing with their own lives, and the lives of others. 

We are Songwriters Against Driving Drunk. We are not against the drunk driver, just drunk driving. People who drive drunk don't do so because they are monsters. They don't necessarily care less, but they engage in careless behavior. 

We all know what's it's like after having a few drinks. You feel like nothing can touch you. You feel like you can do no harm. We are against the behavior, not the person who exhibits it. That's where we depart from M.A.D.D., though we salute their intentions and we want to work with them. We are not about shaming. We are not about blaming. We are simply a newly forming, heretofore loosely structured group of songwriters who are writing songs that remind party people to remind themselves in advance never to get behind the wheel after having too much to drink. 

As John Lennon once sang in IMAGINE: "I hope one day you'll join us, and the world will live as one." We're S.A.D.D., and we're SAVING VICTIMS OF DRUNK DRIVING... ONE SONG AT A TIME. For more a little more information, contact me, the founder (that's me, Dr. BLT): drblt@drblt.net http://www.drblt.net

Chicken

Words and music by Dr. BLT ©2006

There’s a boy behind the wheel

And he’s bin drinkin’

He’s the designated driver of the bunch

And he’s taken on a dare

They’re playin’ chicken

Yes he’s gotten in a pickle

With a crunch

There’s a boy behind the wheel

Who’s rather reckless

And his mom and dad

Just haven’t got a clue

If they knew

That this was Chucky’s

Favorite pastime

‘ Couldn’t handle it

They’d probably come unglued

He’s playin’ chicken

They’re playin’ bump cars

And it’s a metaphor

For how he lives his life

He’s playin’ chicken

They’re playin’ bump cars

And he doesn’t know

It’s a deadly set of dice

Go Chucky…go Chucky go!

There’s a boy behind the wheel

His name is Chucky

And he’s lucky

‘cause he doesn’t crash tonight

So we’ve got to intervene before his life ends

Yes we’ve got to get this boy to see the light

There’s a boy behind the wheel

And he’s bin drinkin’

He’s the designated driver of the bunch

And he’s taken on a dare

They’re playin’ chicken

Yes he’s gotten in a pickle

With a crunch

He’s playin’ chicken

They’re playin’ bump cars

And it’s a metaphor

For how he lives his life

He’s playin’ chicken

They’re playin’ bump cars

And he doesn’t know

It’s a deadly set of dice