Sailor - 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
And 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 colour and speed
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, Beatle 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 (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?
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
We're heading for a great (Great) big (Big) worldwide traffic jam
We're heading for a great (Great) big (Big) worldwide traffic jam
We're heading for a great (Great) big (Big) worldwide traffic jam