Three wheels, nine lives Ready meals, day by day I put my hand out, no need to shout I'm going green and public today Finding all the gaps in this black-and-yellow trap With city-breath blowing in my hair Don't fire me I'm late, blame it on my fate This life, this life is so unfair Still got to pay the auto fare Money to burn at a shallow soiree Got to get the old wheels out of the covers tonight But the plugs are shot, and all I've got Is just one chance with her to make it right Called a no-show cabbie, just made me crabby All dressed up and nobody cares She didn't bring it on, with my three-wheeler con This life, this life is so unfair Still got to pay the auto fare Meter Mele One-and-a-Half! So here I am, lost and alone In a shortcut, roach-bitten cabriolet Dead air on the cell, this is a party, a party from hell So I tell the man "stop, and ask for the way" Three or four gents, kindly souls all Get their hands on the vehicle and put on a scare I was relieved, my cards and cash called, This life, this life is so unfair Still got to pay the auto fare Meter Mele One-and-a-half!