He told me: “Fine.
But she is mine!”
You just don’t get it, man. You just don’t get it!
Just let it go.
You’re drunk, you know,
Or you’ll regret it, man. You will regret it!

But he just yelled: “It’s all the same today!
Let’s catch a cab, the night is getting colder.
The meter’s ticking, but it’s OK.
We’re gonna pay up when the ride is over.”

I have no pity
for this sort of men
“Don’t push me, man, let go of that story!”
But he just talks
and talks of her again!
Oh, you’ll be sorry, man, you will be sorry!

My blood then started boiling in my veins.
Sometimes it does that, when I’m not quite sober.
I told him quietly: “You know: it’s OK.
You have to pay up when the ride is over!”

It’s gonna end.
Tonight it’s gonna end!
I want to fight, I’m full of pure hatred!
You want it, friend?
Or you don’t, friend?
You’re gonna pay for it, you’re gonna pay, friend!

The life is shining in the windows of the cab...
I’m feeling high, I can’t get any lower!
The meter’s ticking, ticking, ticking, but it’s OK.
You’ll have to pay up when the ride is over!