M4 MAD
Lyrics by Roger Coghill
Hooray, hooray, the Motorway!
Just feel the engine’s power.
Got out of town,
The foot’s flat down
It doesn’t take a minute
To a hundred miles an hour
Now where’s that racer? Just ahead.
I hear his gearbox wail
And now at last
I’m gaining fast
I’m getting nearer, nearer
And close behind his tail.
What chance Ferrari Dino
When a Porsche’s in the race?
Just hear the squeals
Of smoking wheels
Flying along in the fast lane
And thrilling in the chase.
We’re passing Windsor Castle
Slough and Eton left behind
Even that cop
Can’t make us stop
We’ve got the bit between the teeth
And winning’s in our mind.
Just checking in the mirror,
Oh no, the bastard’s passed
On the inside lane,
Must be insane,
And he is foolish to believe
I’ll ever be outclassed.
I knew he’d make some big mistake
He’s stuck behind a lorry
He can’t ignore
My Porsche’s roar
As I leave him far behind me there
Cant’ really say I’m sorry!
Somehow just then he’s here again
And we’re going hell for leather
Just round the bend
Is the race’s end
At the coffee bar in Terminal 2
And we’re reaching it together.
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