Peter The Cabby Lyrics - Singles - Redgum

Peter's a cabby on Adelaide roads 

And in five o'clock traffic that's a hard road to hoe 

Hunts for his family in a Holden with a two-way and meter 

And there's no air conditioning where he plies his trade 

On the green plate stand by the Rundle Arcade 

Sits and he waits for the privilege of driving you home 

And there's no Mr. Muzak in the front of his cab 

Just a crackling voice dog-eared roadmap 

And a torch and a biro sliding around on the dash 

And your life's in his hand when they're gripped on the wheel 

The water pump rattles and the Michelins squeal 

He's been driving for years sometimes it feels like forever 

And knows very well your city of gardens 

He'll take you from town drop you at Marsden 

Peak hour: five minutes, if you think that's easy just try it 

He can change a flat tire in three minutes flat 

Lubes his own car lying flat on his back 

Tunes up his motor with a timing light in his ear 

Oh you could be at Woodville, you could be at Stirling 

Sun may be burning, fog may be swirling 

But Peter's still driving all down that endless white line 

Could be the morning, midday or midnight 

He'll sell you a ride, his yellow roof light 

Till a drag operator gives him a job to go home