The Mini Cab

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

There's 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