Lyrics:
a rider)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go
(Ooh, she's can go a hundred miles an hour)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (oh, baby driver, ooh yeah)
Go
Parked inside the lay-by
Their destination can wait
Dancing in the moonlight
The truck-driver and his mate
Acting out of compulsion
After
do
And if ya'll think it 's funny laugh it's about a service station attendant
You write song about truck drivers and all the engineers you know
Well I have a few hours to wait while they've loaded my trailer with freight
So I borrowed my buddy's old car and drove down to the dance hall
opportunity, the ones that never knock
I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't want to go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
and through, ooh yeah
Oh, I'll be your
Open for twenty-four hours, baby
Ooh, baby, it's under "Services"
And we'll be waiting on a call from you
Waiting
and through, ooh yeah
Oh, I'll be your
Open for twenty-four hours, baby
Ooh, baby, it's under "Services"
And we'll be waiting on a call from you
Waiting
was a darn good steel drivin' man
Lord, Lord, he was a darn good steel drivin' man
Now John Henry drove an awful lot of steel
He was the best driver in
opportunity, the ones that never knock
I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
everything the engineer would do
One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat,
He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat,
The monkey pulled
Taxi driver
Be my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
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 cafe washing his hands.
Big
the ones that never knock
I hate the army and I hate the RAF
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
I won't open
And she keeps their glass full of brew
[Chorus]
And the welders and the drivers
And the old nine to fivers and the regular Joe's
Of the world
Are
part of my driver's test"
Yes, it all happened
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night,
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights.
Rolled down the driver's
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights
Rolled down the driver's
Oh I am growing tired
Of allowing you to steal
Everything I have
You're making me feel
Like I was born to service you
But I am growing by the hour
a reservation
Between the hours of ten and two, how do you do
You've got the time to remember
I've gotta slick proposition you
There's nothing else I'd rather
I got 24 hours, 24 hours
It's just me and you, I got 24 hours
24 hours, 24 hours
You won't have nothin' on, for 24 hours
Yeah, you would look
Lord, Lord, Lord, is there a place for me
In the scheme of things
In the service of the King
Lord, Lord, Lord, there is no job too great
As I grow in
It's out now, it's out yeah
Thank you, may I have another?
I will be your eager driver
Your service provider
Your maitre'd
Thank you, may I have
"We're rollin..."
One more day to complete my service
One more hour to decay my nerves
Wondering how I'm gonna find a way
It's over
One more day
at the border, in the eleventh hour
Ditch and wire and palisade in the line of fire
Call up the cavalry and double up the guard
Plan for catastrophe inside
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