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 cafe 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.