The mini cab
The driver is black
This time of night
You better sit in the back Got a few smokes
Under your hat
The cops are lookin' out
For the patrol on the black This time I think
So what the hell
There's that female
I know too well Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I ridin' in the back alone
Stranger rides again To see my lovely town
That always brings you down
Where every drifter drifts
For many miles around We take a casual drive
For two miles up the road
The cops pull us over
And search right through our clothes They give him hell
They check him on the air
I sit there with the drugs in my hair As soon as I get home
I call Heathrow
Want a standby fare to Borneo
