Taxi Driver Peter Sarstedt

I know what think about me, you mothers
Ungodly words you mumble behind my back
But you don' t have to drive this city one hundred times a day
And you don't have to meet with violence all along the way and it really don't pay

Yes, I know what you say about me, you people
I do the best I can and you call me thief
But if there's a time when you really need me, well, I'm always on my way
Weddings, funerals, births and parties every single day and it really don't pay

Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend
Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend
Poor old taxi driver, when will it ever end?

I try to get from A to B in a straight line
Yes, I've got my excuse, have you got yours?
If you think you can do it ant better, well, I'd gladly change around
But let me tell me tell you what I've learned about this dirty town
There's a lot of hungry people around

Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend
Poor old taxi driver, when will it ever end?
Poor old taxi driver, I want you to be my friend

I know what you mouth at me from your cars
But don't you see I'm just a guy like you
If you think that I like it any better, well you really got me wrong
I would leave this hack tomorrow but I got to get along where I really do belong