[Verse 1]
Johnny's bald and proud, he's always been that way,
Drives a taxi through the night and into the new day.
Left Craig Tara after a madhouse with the lads,
Striding up the beach, broken bottles and drunken grads.

[Verse 2]
Naked bodies scattered, passed out on the sand,
Empty Buckfast bottles lying like a brawny band.
The car park's full of souped-up coupes, revving loud,
Johnny reaches his taxi, head held high and unbowed.

[Chorus]
It's time to hit the taxi stand,
We are HITTING. THE. TAXI. STANNNNNNNNNNNND.
Through the moors, past the lochs so grand,
Gonna drive until we reach the promised lan'.

[Verse 3]
In the countryside, the heather waves hello,
Johnny's foot's on the pedal, feeling the flow.
The weekend was mental, but now it's done,
Time to make some cash, and have a wee bit of fun.

[Verse 4]
Radio on, Scottish tunes play loud and clear,
Rolling down the windows, letting go of fear.
The roads may wind, but Johnny’s spirit’s straight,
Heading back to Glasgow, destiny won’t wait.

[Chorus]
It's time to hit the taxi stand,
We are HITTING. THE. TAXI. STANNNNNNNNNNNND.
Through the moors, past the lochs so grand,
Gonna drive until we reach the promised lan'.