August Bank Holiday
The M5 crawled to Taunton Deane
More traffic miles than ever seen
A heat haze shimmers overhead
The tarmac monster, octane fedA helicopter circles round
To see what's happening on the ground
And sends a message back to base
Don't travel near this awful placeThe DJ on the radio
Says "Don't go there it's really slow"
And plays another mindless jingle
Followed by a Spice Girls single.Tempers flare as brake lights flicker
Smog and fumes are getting thicker
It's driving me around the bend
God, will this traffic ever end?A little further up the road
We find out why the traffic slowed
A million cones direct the flow
But where's the workers there's no showI wish they could explain the reason
Why they pick the height of season
Digging roads on holidays
Is tantamount to treason.