Hop in, put my belt in the socket
Lock it, and turn my jam on, I'm bopping
Pull off (skrr) and breathe in the chronic
Looking clean from the wheels to the bonnet
Catch the sun out, yeah, it's looking like a hot day
The M-way's slow, I gotta pave my own way
The scenic route, for sure, as they all say
Congestion charge? pfff, nah I won't pay
I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
100 miles-per-hour gliding
They'll never find what I'm hiding. Yeah
I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
100 miles-per-hour gliding
They won't find it, what I'm hiding
Yeah
You won't find what I'm hiding in my glove compartment
'69 Pagoda, engine hardly starting
Might whip out a Chevy', like I'm riding through Cali'
I'll pull up and she'll get in, like what's up gally
Countryside whippin. That's where your boy's at
Ghost-riding got the driver seat drawn back
Couple cows in the backseat chilling
Sweet one in the passenger grinding and billing
I'm rolling, 'til the sunrise
Road Pitch black, Where the floodlights?
5 guys in the car, yeah, that's not wise
2-seater, might have to upsize
Catch the sun out, yeah, it's looking like a hot day
The M-way's slow, I gotta' pave my own way
The scenic route, for sure, as they all say
Congestion charge? pfff, nah I won't pay
I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
100 miles-per-hour gliding
They'll never find what I'm hiding. Yeah
I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
100 miles-per-hour gliding
They won't find it, what I'm hiding
I gotta pass the test, I've been failing for too long
I gotta' race past the rest, in any street I'm on
I gotta pass the test, no major failures, None
Gotta show them I'm the best
J P Rose, North London
I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
100 miles-per-hour gliding
They'll never find what I'm hiding. Yeah
I need to start driving, feel the breeze while I'm riding
100 miles-per-hour gliding
You won't find it, what I'm hiding