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Oh, Lucy
Bobbing her head to the thumping of the bass
As her cab moves along the road
She's been driving thirteen hours
And she can't take the pace
And all she's thinking is she wants to go home
Where her son is there waiting for his mama to come
Make him supper, then put him to bed
But her legs are all cramped, and her back is all achey
And the throb is moving up to her head
Chorus: Oh Lucy - you can take it, you can take it
Oh, Lucy-- a year ain't so far.
Oh, Lucy - you can make it, you can make it
'Till you pay off all the money and you own your car.
Well she's whizzing down the highway
And her nerves are all wired
But it's coffee keeping her awake
But there's something going wrong
'Cause the car is slowing down
And her foot isn't nowhere near the break
Well she's out of gas
On the FDR
Should she stay there?
Or should she leave the car
Then a cop pulls up beside her
And she thinks she's saved
But he writes her a ticket
As she rants and raves
Chorus
She's a cab driving mama
And she knows all the streets
Of the apple and the B B Q's
And she's usually pretty friendly
To the people that she meets
Except the Nasty ones
She makes them pay their dues
And although she's been a mother for the last ten years
And today, she's only twenty-five
She lives her own life and she sheds No Tears
She's Together - And that ain't no jive!
Chorus (4x)
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