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.