Taxi Grab - Jethro Tull

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 café 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