(Colin Moulding)

People rushing round with no time to spare.
I'm so dizzy,
I'm neither here nor there.
In this traffic jam,
I just want to shout,
Let me off o' this English roundabout

English roundabout

And all the the horns go 'beep! Beep! '
All the people follow like sheep,
I'm full of light and sound,
Making my head go round, round.

Everyone is cursing under their breath,
I'm a passenger,
I feel close to death,
Hopeless situation,
I have no doubt.
Stop the madness, English roundabout

English roundabout

And all the cars go 'brum! Brum! '
And in my ears I feel a hum,
The neons blind my eyes,
All those tempers rise, rise.

Cars and buses go,
Puffing out their smoke,
Roll my window down,
I begin to choke.
I have had enough,
I just want to get out.
Let me off o' this English roundabout.

English roundabout.