Clarkson Blues - Chris Rea

Oh I’m calling out

To the king of wheels

I gotta let him know

The way I feel

Every car all shiny and new

You sell your own mother

For that what that big guy’d do

Yeah you would

Gotta give me some money

For these car-less shoes

Standing at the bus stop

With a Clarkson blues

Every kind of motor

Has ever been made

Driven to destruction

Each and every day

P. Zeros

Melt em' down

Sure beat everybody to the best job in town

I got to get me some money for these car-less shoes

Standing at the bus stop

With a Clarkson blues, yeah

I got the Clarkson blues

Clarkson blues

Out on the track

Bust 'em up and send 'em back

Clarkson blues

Crash for free

Clarkson blues

We all want to be

Engineer

He live in fear

Bossman tell him

That the big man’s here

Hear that moto engine scream

Big boy living out our dream

I’m just some punk

With worn out shoes

Standing at the bus stop

With the Clarkson blues