Drive She Said

I hit the deck Like a ton of lard When the back of my neck Hit something hard A yard of lead Or a judo chop Drive she said I’ll tell you when to stop Up my sleeve She stuck me with a spike Said you can leave Whenever I like Give me bread Take me round the shops Drive she said I’ll tell you when to stop There was eloquence Style and poise And pure malevolence In her voice Move it man Chop-chop Drive she said I’ll tell you when to stop She wore leatherette jeans Airwear shoes I've never yet seen such a rare hair-do A natty dread With a borstal crop Drive she said I'll tell you when to stop A morbid silence fills the air Threats of violence always there Streets ahead Now take me round the block Drive she said I’ll tell you when to stop What she cried I never heard As doors slide And voices blurred The lights were red Stuck on stop Drive she said I’ll tell you when to stop There was eloquence Style and poise And pure malevolence In her voice Move it man Chop-chop Drive she said I’ll tell you when to stop