Lyrics:

There's a key and a spark
And then out of the dark
Comes a sound of a snare and a skin
And the pulse of a drum
Say something's to come
There's a journey that's about to begin

An' like a fire and smoke, vodka and coke
Certain combinations seem to attract
So when you pull down the rear-view to see what's near
You find a double bass got in the back

An' suddenly these guys call out to some keys guys
And shout, 'Climb in please guys, there's space in this song here for you'

So sit back
Strap in
Keep your hands inside the car
Just check your belt and tighten
Secure all your loose items
With these guys around, we're gonna hit the speed of sound
But before we say go, hey
Does anybody know who's drivin' this thing?

The needle starts shaking cause the motor's waking up
And all the horns start coming to life
With a big low growl like a cat on the prowl
Then a stab, sharp as a knife

To reach light speed all y'need is a few more reeds in a song
Five saxes in a row rise out the back, blow hard an' all the stars go long

Just when you panic this thing is not aerodynamic
You find you've got wings as the strings climb aboard

So sit back
Strap in
Keep your hands inside the car
Just check your belt and tighten
Secure all your loose items
With these guys around, we're gonna hit the speed of sound
But before you say go, hey
Does anybody know who's drivin' this thing?

Yeah, who's driving this thing?
Yeah, who's driving this thing?

On a wing and a prayer (Yes we are)
Are we happy back there? (Yes we are)
Are we worse for wear? (Yes we are)
Does anybody care? (No)

Speed takes what control you've got
You have fabulous sails
But if you haven't got a rudder you haven't got a yacht

Hey
Temperature's rising, the engine is hissing
The guys reminisce how this whole thing got started
You realise the part of the band you've been missing
Music is only a song if you sing
God, Don't tell me the singer is driving this thing

Sit back
Strap in
Keep your hands inside the car
Just check your belt and tighten
Secure all your loose items

At last I understand, if you're a player in this band
It means you've got a hand on the wheel
If you beat, strum or blow scrape or sing
Which means you are alive in this
Everyone's driving this thing

In 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Okay, open the doors and let 'em in