First Night Back in London - The Clash

The mini cab

The driver is black

This time of night

You better sit in the back

Got a few smokes

Under your hat

The cops are lookin' out

For the petrol on the black

This time I think

So what the hell

There's that female

I know too well

Why should I lean

Get out my mind again

I ridin' in the back alone

The stranger rides again

To see my lovely town

That always brings you down

Where every drifter drifts

For many miles around

We take a casual drive

For two miles up the road

The cops pull us over

And search right through our clothes

They give him hell

They check him on the air

I sit there with the drugs in my hair

As soon as I get home

I call Heathrow

Want a standby fare to Borneo