Don't Go On The 8-3-0

歌詞

He was driving up to Mallaig, Glenfinnan by Lochshiel Heading for Lochailort, content behind the wheel The road was getting narrower, the sign said 'Slow' It's the highland daily dodgems, it's the 8-3-0 There is a natural assumption that A-roads are wide Enough to take a car and one the other side Tourist information will never ever tell It's like driving through heaven on a road made for hell On a single track you can't turn back The stories are all the same Of tourists leaving Corpach Never seen again Don't go on the 8-3-0 Don't go on th 8-3-0 There's a joke in the Highlands; it's called a passing place Where French stay for chips and English stay for days and days and days When lorries lose control, you've one last wish "Don't let me die under twenty tons of fish!" 'Cause it's single track, you can't turn back A nightmare without end Eyes ahead, 'cause Nigel Mansell's Waiting round the bend Don't go on the 8-3-0 Don't go on the 8-3-0 Whoever called this road 'a road', is telling little lies The 8-3-0's a sheep track, in very thin disguise Italian caravanettes, driving on the right Meeting Wallace Arnold coaches in the middle of the night Of the man that's stopping progress, a theory's going round That he owns the biggest breaker's yard this side of Mallaig town You can see him in the gloaming, towing wrecks from where they lie And he turns them into girders for the bridge across to Skye And it's a single track, he's in Mallaig And now he feels no pain He's dumped the car, he's in the bar He's steaming back by train On a single track, you can's turn back The moral's very plain It's grand to visit Mallaig It's safer by MacBrayne Don't go on the 8-3-0 Don't go on the 8-3-0 Don't go on the 8-3-0