Ah ah, ah ah Ah ah, ah ah The English motorway system is beautiful and strange It's been there forever, it's never going to change It eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all emotions (All you got to do to stay alive is drive) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without If you think the journey's over Let me know, don't make me wait (Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway The English motorway system can be quite hypnotising You achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's driving It becomes detached observing, colours and straight lights Distant town and exit signs (Do you really want to break up?) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without Is this the end of the rainbow? Am I just colour-blind? (Leave the north, visit friend's at south) On the English motorway The English motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November And you wonder if there's someone who really does decide I thought I saw you in a distance (Do you really want to break up?) There are things we need to talk about There are things I cannot do without When you think the journey's over Let me know Don't make me wait (Driving with no aim or intention) On the English motorway The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange The English motorway system is beautiful and strange