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Shake a leg, it's the big rush.
Can't find a taxi, can't find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground,
evacuating London town.
Nowhere to put your feet as the big store
shoppers and pavements meet.
Red lights, pin stripes, short step shuffle
into the night.
Tea time calls, the Bingo Halls open at seven
in the old front stalls.
How about a Taxi Grab? Taxi Grab.
There's an empty cab by the taxi stand.
Driver's in the cafe washing his hands.
Big diesel idles; the keys inside.
C'mon Sally, let's take a ride.
Flag down, uptown, no sweat.
For rush hour travel, it's the best bet yet.
Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab
Shake a leg, it's the big rush.
Can't find a taxi, can't find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground,
evacuating London town.
Tea time calls, the Bingo Halls open at seven
in the old front stalls.
Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab.
Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab. Taxi Grab.