Taxi Grab — Jethro Tull

Shake a leg, its the big rush, cant find a taxi cant 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.

Theres an empty cab by the taxi stand drivers in the caf washing his hands.

Big diesel idles --- the keys inside --- cmon sally lets take a ride.

Flag down --- uptown --- no sweat. for rush hour travel, its the best bet yet.

Taxi grab.