Peter The Cabby

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Oh, Peter's a cabby on Adelaide 
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roads
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And in five o'clock traffic that's 
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a hard road to hoe
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And he hunts for his family in a 
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Holden with a two-way and meter
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And there's no air conditioning 
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where he plies his trade
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On the green plate stand by the 
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Rundle Arcade
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Sits and he waits for the 
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privilege of driving you home

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And there's no Mr. Muzak in the 
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front of his cab
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Just a crackling voice dog-eared 
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roadmap
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And a torch and a biro sliding 
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around on the dash

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And your life's in his hand when 
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they're gripped on the wheel
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The water pump rattles and the 
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Michelins squeal
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He's been driving for years 
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sometimes it feels like forever
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And knows very well your city of 
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gardens
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He'll take you from town drop you 
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at Marsden
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Peak hour: five minutes, if you 
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think that's easy just try it

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He can change a flat tire in three
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 minutes flat
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Lubes his own car lying flat on 
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his back
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Tunes up his motor with a timing 
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light in his ear

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Oh you could be at Woodville, you 
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could be at Stirling
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Sun may be burning, fog may be 
swirling
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But Peter's still driving all down
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 that endless white line

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Could be the morning, midday or 
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midnight
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He'll sell you a ride, his yellow 
roof light
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Till a drag operator gives him a 
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job to go home

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