The Motorway - Cosmograf

He just wanted us to call him Captain Da. He said you can call me Da-da, whatever that meant. Out of gas, still burning. Hey there... who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed demon. I'm out to Nascar in a fast car to the last car 'Til there ain't no cars left Enough cars go by with enough dust flying around To make you cry back down and choke half-near to death I'm up here on your left. Sorry about that. See like you I push the bucket I like to burn big Like you I've gotta cut all the bullshit out of my life to live So I tell them move over, this road ain't big enough for you I'm flying like Knight Rider they're trying to keep up With their grandma outside on the sidewalk, size Maybe their steel belted radials expired Maybe they're tired Maybe their odometer needs to be rewired Or something Fucking asshole! - My bad. Can you believe some of the drivers they let out here on the road? See, when the whole things slows down You're gonna find that clown who's gonna give you your scene With the chance to take it... now! Damn what the fuck're you doing motherfuckin' asshole! - Sorry! Get off my lane you fucking fuck! - hey I got yours right here buddy! Bite me! Dude, what the fuck is your problem! (Spanish shouts) Maldito hijo de puta! - Well get outta the way then! Move! I'll... catch ya on the rebound! Goddamn motherfucker, what the hell are you doing! So much hostility... Y'all just keep checking your rear windows Maybe you'll catch me passing... Mashed. Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em-cut-cut em off Cut em-cut-cut em-cut em-cut-cut-cut-cut em off Cut-cut-cut-cut-cut em-cut em-cut em off in the crash

Last night he could not make it He tried hard but could not make it Last night he could not make it On a holiday, for many miles Looking for a place to stay Near some friendly star, he found this mote And now we wonder where we are How could this so great turn so shitty He ended up in army crates And photographs in files, his tiny boat Sparked as he turned to grazed our city I started driving on the motorway I was feeling down Last night he could not make it Last night he could not make it He tried hard but could not make it Last night he could not make it On a holiday, for many miles Looking for a place to stay Near some friendly star, he found this mote And now we wonder How could this so great turn so shitty Ended up in army crates And photographs in files, his tiny boat Sparked as he grazed it Last night he could not make it He tried hard but could not make it Last night he could not make it He tried hard but could not make it He started heading for the motorway and he came right now He started heading for the motorway and he came right now He started heading for the motorway and he came right now

Drive my truck midway to the motorway station Fairlane cruiser coming up on the left hand side Headlight shining, driving rain on the window frame Little young Lady Stardust hitching a ride... and it's 2-4-6-8 ain't never too late Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night 3-5-7-9 on a double white line Motorway sun coming up with the morning light Whizzkid sitting pretty on your two-wheel stallion This ol' ten-ton lorry got a bead on you Ain't no use setting up with a bad companion Ain't nobody get the better of you-know-who 2-4-6-8 ain't never too late Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night 3-5-7-9 on a double white line Motorway sun coming up with the morning light Well there ain't no route you could choose to lose the two of us Ain't nobody know when you're acting right or wrong No-one knows if a roadway's leading nowhere Gonna keep on driving home on the road I'm on... 2-4-6-8 ain't never too late Me and my radio truckin' on thru the night 3-5-7-9 on a double white line Motorway sun coming up with the morning light 1977 debut single by Tom Robinson Band