Maybe Brian bought his phone from the same guy who sold him the skateboard...
Driving 500 miles and claims he cant even raise his fucking arm up 
(To the tune of "I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)")
When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be,
I’m gonna be the man with a shoulder that’s impinged, you see.
And when I’m driving down that highway,
With titanium knees that sway,
And my left shoulder’s stuck, it can’t move at all,
I’ll be groaning all the way, gotta drive on.
And I would drive five hundred miles,
And I would drive five hundred more,
Just to be the man who drives a thousand miles,
With a shoulder that’s stiff and knees that roar.
When I’m in the car, with my shoulder aching too,
And I’m dealing with the bathroom blues,
And when I get to Raleigh town,
I’ll hope my luck is turning round,
‘Cause I did poorly on my LSAT test,
And Clegg beat me in that fight—what a mess!
Oh, and I’m scared of facing Josh,
He’s got a presence that I just can’t squash,
But I’ll make it through this grueling drive,
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll survive.
And I would drive five hundred miles,
And I would drive five hundred more,
Just to be the man who drives a thousand miles,
With a shoulder that’s stiff and knees that roar.
Oh, when I’m done with this crazy week,
And I’m home again, feeling weak,
I’ll look back and laugh at all this mess,
For I’ll know I did my best.
And I would drive five hundred miles,
And I would drive five hundred more,
Just to be the man who drives a thousand miles,
With a shoulder that’s stiff and knees that roar.
(Instrumental Break)
And I would drive five hundred miles,
And I would drive five hundred more,
Just to be the man who drives a thousand miles,
With a shoulder that’s stiff and knees that roar.