The traffic up in Fleet Street Kept rolling by Cast your mind back to the time St Paul's and I and a secretary's lunchtime I'd ride alone, I'd dine alone Catch the bus headed up in town Careless hopeless drivers You've been living low Catch a cab up to the Strand Keep on living a whopping great big headline I'd rather know, I live alone Lincoln's Inn Fields feeling awful low Oh how it lies The traffic up in Fleet Street Oh how it lies The traffic up in Fleet Street I ride alone, I dine alone Catch the bus and head up to town Oh how it lies The traffic up in Fleet Street But oh how I need The traffic up in Fleet Street Let the water run Let the water run inside To keep the traffic free Keep my Fleet Street for me Fleet Street Fleet Street