Traffic in Fleet Street - Nick Heyward

The traffic up in Fleet Street

Kept rolling by Cast your mind back to the time

St Paul’s and I and a secretary’s lunchtime

I’d ride alone, I’d dine alone

Catch the bus headed up in town

Careless hopeless drivers

You’ve been living low

Catch a cab up to the Strand

Keep on living a whopping great big headline

I’d rather know, I live alone

Lincoln’s Inn Fields feeling awful low

Oh how it lies

The traffic up in Fleet Street

Oh how it lies

The traffic up in Fleet Street

I ride alone, I dine alone

Catch the bus and head up to town

Oh how it lies

The traffic up in Fleet Street

But oh how I need

The traffic up in Fleet Street

Let the water run

Let the water run inside

To keep the traffic free

Keep my Fleet Street for me Fleet Street

Fleet Street