Shake a leg; it's the big rush.
Can't find a taxi, cannot find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground,
Evacuating London town.

Nowhere to put your feet
As the big store shoppers and the pavements meet.
Red lights, pen 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 café 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, cannot 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.