From the eighteenth century's
cobblestone streets
With the horse and the
carraiges 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
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
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
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 yeah
We're heading for a great big
worldwide traffic jam
heading for a great big
worldwide traffic jam oho yeah
heading for a great big
worldwide traffic jam yeah yeah
heading for a great big
worldwide traffic jam
heading for a great big
worldwide traffic jam