Drive She Said

I hit the deck
Like a ton of lard
When the back of my neck
hit something hard
A yard of lead
or a judo chop
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop

Up my sleeve
She stuck me with a spike
Said you can leave
Whenever I like
Give me bread
Take me round the shops
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop

There was eloquence
Style and poise
And pure malevolence
In her voice
Move it man
Chop-chop
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop

She wore leatherette jeans
Airwear shoes
I’ve never yet seen such a rare hair-do
A natty dread
With a borstal crop
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop

A morbid silence fills the air
Threats of violence always there
Streets ahead
Now take me round the block
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop

What she cried
I never heard
As doors slide
And voices blurred
The lights were red
Stuck on stop
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop

There was eloquence
Style and poise
And pure malevolence
In her voice
Move it man
Chop-chop
Drive she said
I’ll tell you when to stop