The mini cab
The driver is black
At this time of night you better sit in the back
You got a few smokes
Under your hat
The cops are looking out for the petrol on the back
But this time I think
So what the hell
There's that feeling that I know too well
Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I'm riding in the back, a lone stranger rides again
To see my lovely town
That always brings you down
Where every drifter drifts for many miles around
We take a casual drive
For two miles up the road
The cops pull us over and search right through our clothes
They give him hell
They check him on the air
I sit there with the drugs in my hair
Soon as I get home
I call Heathrow
What's the standby fare to Borneo?