Inside my lorry. I am driving through the night. Inside my lorry. The world does look all right Five to five, I got to drive. And if you ask me, where I go. I tell you coast to coast is what I
On the park bench I slept on. Raindrops are fallin' on the newspapers coverin' me. I hear early mornin' motors. And I know the world is wakin' for the dawn But my mind's down a dark alley
motors, painted green. Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream. Arms that can only lift a spoon. . You see everyone's gone. Everybody's gone. Everyone's gone to the moon. Everyone's gone to the moon
Song Whizz Kid - Mott The Hoople. Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat. She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet. Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the
