A Swerve to the Left

I would like, if I may, to tell you of a strange journey. While it is true, that our hero Mr. Cellophane and his car Bindi Blue, had taken this trip numerous times before, it is also true that he was exhausted form an eventful few days. It is also true that it was raining, clouds thick and heavy. It was on a dark stormy night, a night that would end in frustration more than infamy.

Cue the Time Warp as background music.

It’s astounding, the rain is beating,
There is madness… on the road.
A silly young driver
With his mates are all speeding.
I have to, keep control.

I remember a silly young driver,
Swerving across the road,
The dread start to fill me,
As a collision was calling.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

It’s just a swerve to the left,
And then a swerve to the right.
Put your foot on the break
And pull your hand break tight
Then there’s that violent spin
That really drives you insane.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

The rain it was beating,
The street is all gleaming.
Slow down and forget him.
No, not at all.
He’d slow down to match me.
Then geek tried to ram me.
Now high on adrenaline, I see all

With a bit of a break flip,
You’re into a side drift
get it wrong and nothing will ever be the same
Your heart populations,
Like on medication

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

Well I was driving on my own
just keeping my own
When a car full of goons did an evil thing
They tried to pass
And they’d run out of steam
And on the flats they tried to disroad me
They tried to ram and then swerve at me
And then stop dead right in front of me.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.

It’s just a swerve to the left,
And then a swerve to the right.
Put your foot on the break
And pull your hand break tight
Then there’s that violent spin
That really drives you insane.

Let’s do a hand brake again,
Try to avoid him again.