Met a man, a motorway man
Met a man, he really makes you wonder
Slow faced worn and weary
One race left and then fall over
And I see him every single day
And I see him everywhere
Driving past me
Sunlight on the bonnet so bright
Everyone is cracking
Slow face on the shoulder
Still straight but everything is lacking
Floating in and fading out it seems
Anyway he waves at me
Through the sunbeams
Met a man, a motorway man
Met a man, he really drags me under
Sixteen miles an hour
Sixteen miles an hour, baby
Do you laugh at me
I think you do and you know
That all of us are right behind you
Now I want to go home
But it's too late
How much further to go
Before the home straight
Wave me by and gently sigh
A smile just starts to break
You've got a funny face
Sixteen miles an hour
Sixteen miles an hour
Sixteen miles an hour