I’M A LITTLE COMMUTER FROM KENT

I was crossing the road this morning
Along with the rest of the herd,
When along came a car a-crawling
And the driver, he looked quite a-feared
At us pushing forward hell bent –
All us commuters from Kent.

I suppose it must be quite frightening
If you are in a car safe and sound,
When pedestrians shoot like lightening
And in between cars we bound.
To cross the road we’re hell bent –
All us commuters from Kent.

Grace Russ – September 1976