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From the eighteenth century's cobblestone streets

With the horse and the carraiges to rest our feet

To the train and city tram

Came the birth of mechanical man

And with mechanical man came the automobile

Henry Ford's Model 'T' with an engine on wheels

And a crazy race began

With a car for every man

A limousine hot rod Beetle and a van

Or maybe just an old sedan

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With only red lights green lights yellow lights

To be our guiding hand

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With all the hoots and the toots

And the traffic brutes

To fill our loving land

I wonder who's gonna win this great big race

Mechanical man or the natural pace

From the back seat Romeo in lover's lane

To the family car on a highway in Spain

There's a car for every need

With the shape the colour and speed

It's the twentieth century's technical toy

Full of buttons and dials

Full of comfort and joy

But the number's going up

I wonder where it's gonna stop

The limousine hot rod Bettle and the van

It's gonna go way out of hand

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With only red lights green lights yellow lights

To be our guiding hand

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With all the hoots and the toots

And the traffic brutes

To fill our loving land

I wonder who's gonna win this great big race

Mechanical man or the natural pace

For the world's getting smaller

And the time's getting shorter every day

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam