作曲 : Tikaram
Criss-cross laces 
You have the centre 
You have the cinnamon 
In the centre 
You shouldn't be alone 
You should just pick up yourself 
And shine yourself 
And make yourself fit a bran new maybe in the side streets 
You been walking 
I have been walking too 
So, you know the faces 
You know how they'll flirt with you 
Well, I know my favourite language 
Well, it trickles down my mouth 
If this is me 
Being close to you 
Being somewhere like the last night we spend together 
That is something next to nothing 
That is something 
So, I got my truth of many colours 
I got my fears 
Another shade 
But when I'm riding my happy taxi 
I guess I got it made 
Who's that creeping? 
In the street there 
Who's that creeping? 
By your window 
She might know something 
She might show you some things 
You never really want to share forever 
Mean forever '
Cos it feels so slow 
We drove out like something special 
In our special rags 
Well, I know that something special happens! 
When we drive our sad to happy 
We go driving 
In our happy taxi in our happy taxi 
I am not the 
First street preacher 
Not the first to 
Want to lead you 
Not the first to 
Leave your money 
Not the first to 
Leave your home 
Not the first to 
Leave forever 
Glad to go 
When love has gone 
So where am 
I going? Where am 
I going tonight? 
So where am 
I staying? 
In my happy moonlight 
In my happy taxi 
In my happy taxi 
In my happy taxi 
In my happy taxi 
In my happy taxi 
In my happy taxi 
Would you drive on down 
Would you drive on down 
Would you drive on down 
In my happy taxi 
In my happy taxi