Shake a leg, it's the big rush, can't find a taxi can't find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground evacuating London town.
Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers and the pavements meet.
Red lights --- pin stripes --- short step shuffle into the night.
Tea time calls --- the Bingo Halls 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 café washing his hands.
Big diesel idles --- the keys inside --- c'mon Sally let's take a ride.
Flag down --- uptown --- no sweat. For rush hour travel, it's the best bet yet.
Taxi Grab.
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