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 petrol on the black
This time I think
So what the hell
Theres that female
I know too well
Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I ridin in the back alone
The 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