Jethro Tull - Taxi Grab

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.