Jethro Tull - Taxi Grab | Текст песни

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• Jethro Tull
• 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.