Winding rivers of red tail lights
Winding away into the night
All stuck in a jam and having regret
No land speed records being set
Audi, Fiat, Honda and Ford
All in a queue and getting rapidly bored
Did car manufacturers ever know
That 'Gran Turisimo' would mean 'so slow'?
Late for concerts and supper dates
Late for meetings with your mates
Late for getting home and watching TV
Late to put the oven on and make the tea
But wait a minute! It's not all sour!
We're moving again at 5 miles per hour
But don’t go ordering the celebration cakes
We've had to go and stamp again on the brakes
We're in a jam and ground to a halt
Is it really anyone's fault?
Not mine, for certain, so don’t blame me
I'm only trying to get home for my tea!
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