Ain't No Gettin' Round Gettin' Round - Julian Cope

Well, today I just feel so confused

So battered + psychically bruised

All my friends talk of Collusion, ha

Conspiracies just add to the Confusion

Like a pig pulls a cartload of sausages

Guess I’m drawing my own conclusion

I need a car that can get me around

Far from the city-dwellers am sound

Commuters + computers

Yeah, I’m just on more Polluter

But the Travel-bug has got me

And the buggers all have Taught me…

That there ain’t no gettin' round gettin' round

Yeah, there ain’t no gettin' round gettin' round

«Phone for you»

Mother, can’t you see I’m in the bath

They say that we’re at war again + disappearing fast

But I need to get to London + I need to get there fast

But my car is a polluter + it’s messing up my future…

Ain’t there ain’t go gettin' round gettin' round

Yeah, there ain’t no gettin' round gettin' round