The mini cab
The driver is black
A'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

A'this time I think
So what the hell
There's that feelin'
That I know too well
Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I'm riding in the back alone
The lone 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