It was a 9 Mile stretch on the Oban road
I'm trying to catch up with a modified Ford
One body can play too much on your mind
A little bit back not far behind
A flash of red from a Vanden Plas
A moment of panic and my foot hits the gas
The body rolls around in the back
Blood on the seat and blood on the sack
Over the Atlantic and I ditch the car
Swap the AC for the TVR
Throw in the body, Throw in the weight
Down by the jetty on the way to the slate
On to the boat can't take the car
No Hillman, Humber or Jaguar
The body and the weight go down to the deep
On the edge of the world secrets to keep