Taxi Grab (Letra)
Shake a leg, it’s the big rush, can’t find a taxi can’t find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground evacuating london town.
Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers and the pavements meet.
Red lights — pin stripes — short step shuffle into the night.
Tea time calls — the bingo halls open at seven in the old front stalls.
How about a taxi grab.
There’s an empty cab by the taxi stand driver’s in the café washing his hands.
Big diesel idles — the keys inside — c’mon sally let’s take a ride.
Flag down — uptown — no sweat. for rush hour travel, it’s the best bet yet.
Taxi grab.
