Traffic Jam

From the eighteenth century cobblestone streets

With the horse and the carriages to rest our feet

To the train and city tram came the birth of mechanical man

With mechanical man came the automobile

Henry Ford's Model 'T' with an engine on wheels

And a crazy race began with a car for every man

A limousine, hot rod, Beetle and a van or maybe just an old sedan

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With only red lights, green lights, yellow lights to be our guiding hand

We're heading for a great big (we're heading for a) worldwide traffic jam

With all the hoots and the toots and the traffic brutes to fill our loving land

I wonder who's gonna win this great big race

Mechanical man or the natural pace? (We wait for you)

From the back seat Romeo in lover's lane to the family car on a highway in Spain

There's a car for every need with the shape, the color and speed, yeah

It's the twentieth century's technical toy, full of buttons and dials, full of comfort and joy

But the number's going up, I wonder where it's gonna stop

The limousine, hot rod, Beetle and the van

It's gonna go way out of hand

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With only red lights, green lights, yellow lights to be our guiding hand

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

With all the hoots and the toots and the traffic brutes to fill our loving land

I wonder who's gonna win this great big race

Mechanical man or the natural pace?

For the world's getting smaller and the time's getting shorter every day

We're heading for a great big worldwide traffic jam

We're heading for a great (great) big (big) worldwide traffic jam oh, yeah

We're heading for a great (great) big (big) worldwide traffic jam

We're heading for a great (great) big (big) worldwide traffic jam (worldwide traffic jam)

We're heading for a great (great) big (big) worldwide traffic jam