Well, today I just feel so confused  So battered + psychically bruised  All my friends talk of Collusion, ha,  Conspiracies just add to the Confusion  Like a pig pulls a cartload of sausages  Guess I'm drawing my own conclusion  I need a car that can get me around  Far from the city-dwellers AM sound  Commuters + computers,  Yeah, I'm just on more Polluter  But the Travel-bug has got me  And the buggers all have Taught me...  That there ain't no gettin' round gettin' round  Yeah, there ain't no gettin' round gettin' round  "Phone for you"  Mother, can't you see I'm in the bath  They say that we're at war again + disappearing fast  But I need to get to London + I need to get there fast  But my car is a polluter + it's messing up my future...  Ain't there ain't go gettin' round gettin' round.  Yeah, there ain't no gettin' round gettin' round