Yes, today I just feel so confused Oh, so battered and so psychically bruised Like a pig drawing a cartload of sausages I'm drawing my own conclusion I need a car that can get me around Far from the city-dwellers AM sounds Oh, I need a soul committed to somebody But the travel-bug has got me And the buggers all have taught me There ain't no gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't no gettin' 'round', gettin' 'round I'm screaming There ain't no gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round Ooh, sh- ♪ Go back to where we started ♪ Phone for you Mother, can't you see I'm in the bath? They see that we're at war again and disappearing fast And I need to get to London and I need to get there fast But my car is a polluter and it's messing up my future There ain't no gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't no gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't no gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round ♪ There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round There ain't go gettin' 'round, gettin' 'round