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 caf; 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.