Taxi Grab Songtext

von 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 hall opens 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 cafe washing his hands big diesel idles-the key inside.
C'mon Sally let's take a ride.
Flag down-up town-no sweat.
For rush hour travel, it's best leet yet.
Taxi grab.