| Song | Happy Taxi |
| Artist | Tanita Tikaram |
| Album | Lovers In The City |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Tikaram | |
| Crisscross 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 |