Well, today I just feel so confused
So battered psychically bruised
All my friends talk of Collusion, ha,
Conspiracies just add to the Confusion
Like a pig pulls a cartload of sausages
Guess Im drawing my own conclusion
I need a car that can get me around
Far from the city-dwellers AM sound
Commuters computers,
Yeah, Im just on more Polluter
But the Travel-bug has got me
And the buggers all have Taught me…
That there aint no gettin round gettin round
Yeah, there aint no gettin round gettin round
Phone for you
Mother, cant you see Im in the bath
They say that were at war again disappearing fast
But I need to get to London I need to get there fast
But my car is a polluter its messing up my future…
Aint there aint go gettin round gettin round.
Yeah, there aint no gettin round gettin round