Meter Mele One-and-a-Half - Thermal And A Quarter

Three wheels, nine lives

Ready meals, day by day

I put my hand out, no need to shout

I’m going green and public today

Finding all the gaps in this black-and-yellow trap

With city-breath blowing in my hair

Don’t fire me I’m late, blame it on my fate

This life, this life is so unfair

Still got to pay the auto fare

Money to burn at a shallow soiree

Got to get the old wheels out of the covers tonight

But the plugs are shot, and all I’ve got

Is just one chance with her to make it right

Called a no-show cabbie, just made me crabby

All dressed up and nobody cares

She didn’t bring it on, with my three-wheeler con

This life, this life is so unfair

Still got to pay the auto fare

Meter Mele One-and-a-Half!

So here I am, lost and alone

In a shortcut, roach-bitten cabriolet

Dead air on the cell, this is a party, a party from hell

So I tell the man «stop, and ask for the way»

Three or four gents, kindly souls all

Get their hands on the vehicle and put on a scare

I was relieved, my cards and cash called,

This life, this life is so unfair

Still got to pay the auto fare

Meter Mele One-and-a-half!