My dad left me in the train station car park for an hour. I saw seven trains of businessmen traipse their way past me.
My family’s all over the country No pickup for me I’m here till my dad breaks free of the M25 Oh, the M25 Oh, the M25. It’s a ring road round London – The M25.
My dad is a businessman he works in the city He takes the train up and if he’s tired then he’s busy He has no time to play his guitar He says he needs rewards for getting this far My mum was born a girl, but now she’s a woman She guards our house with lightening And keeps the clean children She used to play the guitar She could play “The House of the Rising Sun”.
My family’s all over the country No pickup for me I’m here till my dad breaks free of the M25 Oh, the M25 Oh, the M25. It’s a ring road round London – The M25.
My granny lost her lover in the last days of December Sixty years they bound together and now it’s loose tether Tennis and Formula One She likes us to visit more than just on Sundays My granddad was a soldier racing through the desert Africa Found himself a love for life in a train station Offered to carry her bags But they were empty, going home for Christmas
My family’s all over the country No pickup for me I’m here till my dad breaks free of the M25 Oh, the M25 Oh, the M25. It’s a ring road round London – The M25.
Sitting next to her Driving in her car Through Johannesburg suburbia I came this far To spend some time with distant family She says she’s tired and she can’t sleep
My family’s all over the country No pickup for me I’m here till my dad breaks free of the M25 Oh, the M25 Oh, the M25. It’s a ring road round London – The M25.
The M25 The M25 The M25. It’s a ring road round London – the M25.