I jumped into the cab
'Conan Doyle’s Close
driver'
Don't worry; he said,
We’ll lose him at
the lights Guvna
I jumped into the cab
'Conan Doyle’s Close
driver'
Don't worry; he said,
We’ll lose him at
the lights Guvna
My chauffeur is a Russian
From a city called Rostov
He’s very good at his job
His name is Pikup Andropov
There is something really special
About
riding in black London cabs
Perhaps
it is something reassuring
Like
the sound of the door slamming
The
philosophies varied and many
Of
the quiet shy and retiring cabby
Or
maybe the unique driving style
The
becomes apparent in a short while
The
knowledge of every road or lane
Oh
look there’s the London eye again
The
best thing about them I would say
Is
that I don’t use them every day