Criss-cross laces
You have the centre
You have the cinnamon
In the centre
You shouldn't be alone
You should just pick up yourself
And shine yourself
And make yourself fit a brand new, maybe

In the side streets
You been walking
I have been walking too
So, you know the faces
You know how they'll flirt with you

Well, I know my favourite language
Well, it trickles down my mouth
If this is me being close to you
Being somewhere like the last night 
We spend together

That is something next to nothing
That is something
So, I got my truth of many colours
I got my fears
Another shade
But when I'm riding my happy taxi
I guess I got it made

Who's that creeping
In the street there?
Who's that creeping
By your window?
She might know something
She might show you 
Some things you never really want to share forever
Mean forever
'Cos it feels so slow

We drove out like something special
In our special rags
Well, I know that something special happens
When we drive our sad to happy
We go driving
In our happy taxi
Happy taxi

I am not the first street preacher
Not the first to want to lead you
Not the first to leave your money
Not the first to leave your home
Not the first to leave forever
Glad to go
When love has gone

So where am I going?
Where am I going tonight?
So where am I staying?
In my happy moonlight?

In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi

Would you drive on down?
Would you drive on down?
Would you drive on down?
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi