Lyric Taxi Grab

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 cafe 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.