Taxi Driver

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Peter Sarstedt - Rock

Taxi Driver

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I know what think about me, you mothers Ungodly words you mumble behind my back But you don' t have to drive this city one hundred times a day And you don't have to meet with violence all along the way and it really don't pay Yes, I know what you say about me, you people I do the best I can and you call me thief But if there's a time when you really need me, well, I'm always on my way Weddings, funerals, births and parties every single day and it really don't pay Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend Poor old taxi driver, when will it ever end? I try to get from A to B in a straight line Yes, I've got my excuse, have you got yours? If you think you can do it ant better, well, I'd gladly change around But let me tell me tell you what I've learned about this dirty town There's a lot of hungry people around Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend Poor old taxi driver, when will it ever end? Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend I know what you mouth at me from your cars But don't you see I'm just a guy like you If you think that I like it any better, well you really got me wrong I would leave this hack tomorrow but I got to get along where I really do belong Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend Poor old taxi driver, when will it ever end? Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend Poor old taxi driver, when will it ever end?

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  • Peter Sarstedt