Lyrics:
to get to the sale she takes a taxi-cab
This is our philosophy
This is our philosophy
And we're sure, that you'll agree
People are funnier that anybody
you put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
There's no cabs to be had out
me mad i'm in love
I'm in love with you
Darling, please don't leave me here to cry
Hail a cab come on by
Come on and end this misery
Come on, baby
Baby, oh baby
Tell the man at the ticket stand
That you've changed your mind
Let me run on out and tell the
Cab to keep his meter flying
’Cause if
The engine passed at six o’clock
And the cab went by at nine
The longest train I ever saw
Was nineteen coaches long
The only girl I ever loved
Is on that
down there
They crave nothing else but the lowdown there
If you need a tonic and the need is chronic
If you’re in a crisis my advice is:
Grab a cab
Flying so high, trying to remember
How many cigarettes did I bring along?
When I get down, I'll jump in a taxi cab
Driving through London town
Now hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can
records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there)
Say what's in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how
friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine, fine, fine
'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab
more
I rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream
There were two men eating pennies
you put some records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink
There's no cabs to be had out
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it's rainin' all over the world
Neon signs a flashin'
Taxi cabs and busses passin' through
records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
But baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew
you put some records on while I pour
All the neighbors might think
But baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out
Drill the chick after the club and then I sent her back
Might as well work at least the way she give me cab
She throwing that like a quarterback
Call me
aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck
The trouble with personalities is
The trouble with
Ooh the sheets feel cold and lonely
Who wants to brave the pouring rain
For a glass of French champagne?
Well grab a cab, grab a cap and baby,
personal, they're in love with their own guile
They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like
took a cab --
Should it be her place or mine?
Good security prevailed
And I was home just after nine.
It was later --
Later, that same evening.
records on while I pour
The neighbors might think
But baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew
Blie
He's your man but he's doin' you wrong.
Now Frankie looked over the transom
She saw to her surprise
There on the cab sat Johnny
Making love
It's 1:35, last call's upon us
It's time to settle the score
Won't you call me a cab and bring me a tab
And while you're at it, bring me one more
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