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Beat the retreat, get off the street, Oto's on the road again! Coming round the bend like the world was at an end, Oto's on the road again... With a sound like a steamroller driven at speed... eating up the miles with mechanical greed... Overtaking everything - into the lead - Oto's on the road again! Sixy-five, seventy, seventy-five, eighty.... Oto's on the road again! Tires lose their tread in 60 seconds dead when Oto's on the road again... When he was caught for speeding he made the cop curse... 'cos at the time what made the situation worse - he was coming from his driveway - still in reverse! Oto's on the road again! A transatlantic pilot on the usual run looked down upon the motorway. Saw a speck approaching, recognised our Oto and his face turned a greeny-shade of grey... The microphone was shaking in his hand... "I'd like to report a change in flight plan! Someone get me Heathrow and permission to land - Oto's on the road again!".... If a car can be neurotic, poor old Oto's got it (or at least he's had it anyway...) He's suffering from fright and he isn't firing right and his big-end's called it a day.... The local police don't think it's much fun... but it's a great old day for 'Steptoe and Son' picking up the pieces when Oto's gone.... Oto's on the road again... I said - Oto's on the road again! Lyrics & Music: © Rosie Hardman 1970 |
