Well, I'm a motorway promoter
and I don't know where to go
Because I filed up Los Angeles
and filed up Tokyo
No place to walk, no air to breathe,
no room to drive
I thought it's time to leave
They say that the English here are civilized,
raised up
Just go and tidy up that little
place they call London
I'm a motorway promoter,
I'm a two -car family man
With my white Toyota
and my little old Ford Mustang
Beautiful cars that cost
thousands of pounds
And when you're inside them,
you don't hear a sound
And cars like that, why,
it's a waste to go
Slow down narrow roads,
it's low in London
But I'm a motorway promoter
and I know what
Every city needs
You want a ringway in London
Cos you've got one in Leeds
Every city needs its inner ring
And radio roads to bring
the heavy traffic in
And then you must widen all
the nearby roads
To do wide lorries, to do wide loads
I want a wide, wide, wide highway
Wide, wide, wide highway
Where I can drive, drive,
drive my cares away
Drive my cares away
And so can you if you can afford
to pay for a car, no?
Ah, well, we can't all afford
these little luxuries.
If we could, there wouldn't be any
room on the motorway.
Well, I'm a motorway promoter
and I don't know where to go
Cos I've filed up Los Angeles
and filed up Tokyo
No place to walk, no air to breathe,
no room to drive
The Lord is time to leave
Say that the English are a civilized race
Now just go and tidy up
that little face, because...
Dun -dun!