Big White Car

Take and easy century - take an easy ride
Take it down and you'll follow me

You're giving to all your charities
And you're thanked
And the newspapers print your name - and they thank you so much

But you still drive in your Big White Car
Oh you still drive in your Big White Car
You still drive in your Big White Car

But don't expect me to ride - No
I don't want to ride - NO
I don't want to ride

The days of far-reaching hills
Are distant days for my eyes
The depths of London's jungle of pain
Reaches to the skies
And you say you want to help the world
And well your money it can do that well
But you curse the life of the man-at-ease
But it's so easy to please

But you still drive in your Big White Car
You still drive in your Big White Car
You still drive in your Big White Car

Oh but I don't want to ride
NO I don't want to ride
I don't want to ride