Look, if you turn off, one opportunity, To miss all the jams you never wanted
One moment, does your map show it or just mention it?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, traffics heavy
There's lorries crawling to stop already, at Spaghetti
The service, stop failed to surface for a slash I'm ready
To have one, this road's designed by cretins
gotta go now, these drivers sat around
the rain it comes down, and the workmen still out
they're hoping, they don't have to start working now
The roads around, cars not rolling, blah!

outside Birmingham City, one thousand cars and me
never go that quick, we're choked
back-to-back, shoulda known about that
did we? No
won't go round it , the whole reputation it goes
used by suckers and dopes
He think that, they can go
very fast, but they don't
know where the M6 motorway goes, thats when its
Stafford, Cannock again yo
near West Bromwich
We better turn back at this moment and hope we dont pass here

You're gonna lose yourself on the M6, the roads end-
-less traffic, you better never ever go
the builder lost the plot, do not miss your chance to go
buy a better map, go driving down the A5, go

The time it's taking, from potholes no escaping
This turn is mine for the taking
can't get in, as we move toward the, turn we got a
tricky job when you're crawlin, but driving cars was not really thought of
design was harder, exists they plotted
but end up all over these roads we get blocking
signs on the road, gen'ral motorway clutter
know the roads, God only knows
we go farther from home, but it's harder
we don't knw if this exit's what we wanted
But hold your nose - canal's full of brown water
the Locals dont want it no more, the grey concrete
The house prices down they go we know
prices dove and sold nada
So the flyover is cold and jams flow
I suppose its a cock-up, but the streets go on
Da da dum da dum da da

You're gonna lose yourself on the M6, the roads end-
-less traffic, you better never ever go
the builder lost the plot, do not miss your chance to go
buy a better map, go driving down the A5, go

Motorways, it's a strain I can't explain
Stuck with Birmingham 5 miles off like 2 dogs caged
I was sailin' in the beginnin, roadworks they came
put the cones up and speeds down for all today
But I kept drivin the hardshoulder was much nicer
Best just leave hurridly stayin half my life to
watch the rain outside amplified by the fact
That I sat this time from 'bout 9 to 5
And I cant decide the right line that's right t' leave Gravelly
Cuz man, these goddam road plans just get sh!ter
And its no easy, when you're a lone driver, this is my life
And holding the map's hard junction's getting even larger
Tryin to leave and alter my speed, up
but up in the jam stuck - it's the A38 i really wanna
drive upon a road thats movin on and
Too much now I'm just gonna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to start to walk a lot to get a bus or train or not
ever arrive at my destination often, lost the plot
Work, I hate you, but these trains don't often go
yes traffic control in Britain sucks
So here I'll walk to the shops.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only chance of excercising I got

You're gonna lose yourself on the M6, the roads end-
-less traffic, you better never ever go
the builder lost the plot, do not miss your chance to go
buy a better map, go driving down the A5, go

You can't drive anyway you really have to, man