Lyrics

I am walking while my friends urine drips down my leg
to the lab that will tell 'em its all okay, i'm good behind the wheel
oh brother, what a day what a year all to get behind the wheel

I went to see the Russians and the Turks too,
for their detox news and happy endings.
Talked with the salt of my sweat on my lips
to all the others there about what's fair and who cares
I met Kevin in my underwear

I thought for sure I'd failed, just one more nail in my foot to keep me still
but from within the mail my luck spewed out with a letter saying otherwise,
I'd been advised to proceed on with my guise as master cabbie!

Seeing the New York skies at the very best times made me realize
Its vulnerabilities, accessabilities, all its beauties

Oh brother what a day what a year all to get behind the wheel