Black Volga following me
Nobody's car
Mr. No-one at the wheel of
Nobody's car
Wet pavements, thin apartments
quiet dissent from
darkened doorways
I want out alive
Speak up for me if you can
So, careful how you drive
in tourist city
Slap in front of my hotel
it's Nobody's car
Is that my limousine
No, it's Nobody's car
Are you on routine assignment
Plastic shades
on black-browed eye-hole
I read this book before
I even saw the film
How did the ending go
(Intourist city)
Black out
<Interlude>
It's a weird scenario
I've seen a thousand
times before
but only on my video
Nobody's car
Nobody's car
it's Nobody's car
Nobody's car
Feel my steps quick
in the headlights of
Nobody's car
Down cobbled alley
with no exit from
Nobody's car
Doors slam, two figures
silhouette somewhere before
I feel we've met
Can't tell you any more
I agreed to go along
with all they asked of me
Intourist city
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
I drive Nobody's car
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born