The Clash — First Night Back in London

The mini cab The driver is black A'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 A'this time I think So what the hell There's that feelin' That I know too well Why should I lean Get out my mind again I'm riding in the back alone The lone 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 Wants a standby fare to Borneo