I'd Take the Cars Off 'em Songtext
von The Lancashire Hotpots

Woah! Where do you think you′re going you...
Now being in the Hotpots
We don't half get about
Driving round the country
And venturing down South
We see cars swerving and swaying
Like they′ve got a mind of their own
But the idiots who are driving them
Are on their mobile phones

Oh I'd take the cars right off 'em
I really really would
I′d keep ′em down the scrapyard
Until they understood
That driving like a lunatic
Isn't in the highway code
And unless you′re Jeremy Clarkson
You don't own the road


Oh come on, come on, come on you...
What a daft...
The world′s full of boy racers
They think they are the Stig
Slamming down the motorway
It makes 'em feel reet big
I′m driving, happy as Larry
When all of a sudden, one flashes by
Now if I'm doing 70
He must be doing 95

Oh I'd take the cars right off ′em
I really really would
I′d keep 'em down the scrapyard
Until they understood
That driving like a lunatic
Isn′t in the highway code
And unless you're Jeremy Clarkson
You don′t own the road

Oh look at this old coin here- where you going?
It's an overtaking lane this...
Now my mate Mike′s a madman
He never indicates
I can't believe the chaos
That one man can create
When he's on a roundabout
His bad driving′s off the scales
You see more middle fingers
Than the woman who does Jean′s nails


Oh I'd take the cars right off ′em
I really really would
I'd keep ′em down the scrapyard
Until they understood
That driving like a lunatic
Isn't in the highway code
And unless you′re Jeremy Clarkson
You don't own the road
That's right