Oh motorway, motorway, where have you bin, oh motorway where are you stopping? I've bin down to London to pick up the King to take him up north to go shopping.
Oh bring him to us
for a Pontefract cake
and we' 11 light up the sky with a rocket
No, I in taking him home
with the killings he made
with some fluff that he found in his pocket.
From Travelling Songs