rolling fast against the walls beneath the thames
I can only guess the driver is on a promise
half stoned a quarter drunk and merry with company
I go with the flow counting down northern line stations
reading the soon to be yesterday's standard
I learn that princess diana is at it again
well who wouldn't well perhaps not now
but it was yesterday and the driver wants home
how wide is this river recalling conversation
I retort too late to the jibe about my looks
a retort more clever than the comment
not clever enough to be made at the time
what is the time oh I better catch the last train.
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