Lyrics:

If this is public transportation What are you doing here? Royalty and people like thee Should queue up in the rear My patience has worn thin My tyres are gonna explode Yeah, yeah Every time I try to get close to you You throw nails in the road This is a sticky situation Will require a measure of tact We just don't like to mix it with you all It's a cultural fact My patience has worn thin My tyres are gonna explode Yeah, yeah Every time I try to get close to you You throw nails in the road This is a clean up job Everybody grab a mop You wanna further your position Well look what floats on top On top Well there's class and then there's class But we're above all that The butcher and the baker and the thief and the witch And the aristocrat My patience has worn thin My tyres are gonna explode Yeah, yeah, yeah Every time I try to get close to you You throw nails in the road...