Don’t Take A Cab – Lyrics

Now when I go out to party
I don’t make too much sense
Some people just laugh at me
and others call me dense
I might be Skunk – Drunk – How do you do
at a party or the bar
But I always know when it’s time to go
that I’m goin’ home in my car

CHORUS:
I don’t take no cab
                   Take a bus or the trolley
Take it from me
                   Oh the cab’s not my folly
There’s other ways
                   I walk I run
There has to be
                   I work off that flab
One for the road
                   Have a drink with my chums
And pay your tab
                   ‘Cause I don’t want to be a bum
But brother please
                   Oh brother don’t ever
Don’t take no cab

Now my uncle Kevin had a bit of trouble
with the law here late one night
Yeah to save some money Kevin and the lady
took a cab home and shared the ride
And not to shirk – work – and to earn a big tip
the Cabby walked the lady to the door
And when he did Kevin slid in behind the wheel
‘Cause he couldn’t wait no more

CHORUS:
And he took that cab
                    Not the bus Not the trolley
Take it from me
                    Y’know the cab was his folly
There’s other ways
                    He could’ve walked He coulda run
There has to be
                    Work off that flab
One for the road
                    Had a drink with his chums
And pay your tab
                    If you don’t want to be a bum
But brother please
                    Oh brother don’t ever
Don’t take no cab

Well the long arm of the law
had all the facts to solve the crime
Kevin helped by givin’ his name to the cabby
with his home address and time
Next morning it was Knock – Knock He said “Come on in”
and he was surely shocked to meet
A blue policeman askin’ boo coo questions
about a cab parked down the street

CHORUS:
Did you take that cab, Son
                     Not the bus Not the trolley
Take it from me, Son
                     Oh the cab was his folly
There were other ways, Son
                     You could’ve walked You coulda run
There had to be, Son
                     Walk off that flab
One for the road, Son
                     Had a drink with your chums
And pay your tab, Son
                     If you don’t want to be a bum
But Son please
                     Oh Son don’t ever
Don’t take no cab

So folks I hope you’ve learned your lesson
from this sad and sorry tale
You better keep it straight when it gets too late
or switch to ginger ale
Yes Think – Twice – if it’s worth the price
of a ride home in a cab
If you don’t want your prints in a file downtown
and your breath down at the lab

CHORUS:
Don’t take no cab
                 Take a bus Take a trolley
Take it from me
                 Oh the cab was his folly
There’s other ways
                 He could’ve walked He coulda run
There has to be
                 Work off that flab
One for the road
                 Have a drink with your chums
And pay your tab
                 If you don’t want to be a bum
But brother please
                 Oh visit him in prison
Don’t take no cab

A cab driver – Once more ’round the block

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