"Come let's take a drive on this sunny day in May!
Cook can make a picnic for a stop along the way.
Scones and cake and sandwiches,
'Chablis' chilled and pork-pie snug,
in the 'Harrods' picnic hamper,
'thermos' full and comfy rug!
Come let's take a drive and head down towards the coast,
the bracing air will do us good,
the beach can be our host!
We'll join the 'twenty-seven' and make Brighton by 'half-ten'
I'll put my foot down; make her purr!
There and back again!
Oh why the pause; oh why the hold up; what is the delay?
The road so full of motor cars,
oh please don't spoil our day!
Slowed to a crawl its 'five past ten' we'll not be there for tea!
The food will spoil,
the radiator will boil,
and will we see the sea?
Sat in this queue with the temperature rising,
the chablis now warm and the thermos's gone cold.
Oh silly me; what is it we're doing,
stuck in this jam,
stuck with everyone queuing...
Brighton will go missing
oh radiator stop hissing!
oh what am I going to do!"
