First Night Back In London

The mini cab

The driver is black

At this time of night

You better sit in the back

Got a few smokes

Under your hat

The cops are looking out

For the petrol on the back

At this time I think, so what the hell?

There's that female I know too well

Why should I lean? Get up my mind again

I'm riding 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

Wants a standby fare to Borneo