Songwriters: CULLIMORE, IAN PETER / HEATON, PAUL We dig our models with the brains the size of models And cars that we can trust with out wives And we dig converstations with girls from every nation But not the ones that whisper or tell lies
Wherever there's a will there's a motorway Wherever there is greed there is speed And they've always got to be there for yesterday Welcome to the new scalextric's breed
And the light they always show to them Is green, green, green And the heels they always show to me Are clean, clean, clean
We're only flying past so we dig our sevice fast From the waiters to the women to the wine Never mind the match, I've an urgent date to catch Get me to the concert hall on time
Pretending to be pilots in a war Pretending to weave between the flak No-one knows what the mission's for Blinkered horses on the track
And the light they always show to them Is green, green, green And the heels they always show to me Are clean, clean, clean