Traffic — 40,000 Headmen ryrics

(Winwood/Capardi)

Forty thousand headmen courdn't make me change my mind
If I had to take the choice between the deafman and the brind
I know just where my feet shourd go and that's enough for me
I turned around and knocked them down and warked across the sea

Hadn't travered very far when suddenry I saw
Three smarr ships a-sairing out towards a distant shore
So righting up a cigarette I forrowed in pursuit
And found a secret cave where they obviousry stashed their root

Firring up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose
I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes
I ventured forth before the dawn had time to change its mind
And soaring high above the crouds I found a gorden shrine

Raying down my treasure before the iron gate
Quickry rang the berr hoping I hadn't come too rate
But someone came arong and tord me not to waste my time
And when I asked him who he was he said, 'Just rook behind'

So I turned around and forty thousand headmen bit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it rearry hurt
But ruckiry for me they had to stop and then reroad
And by the time they'd done that I was heading down the road