And London sat in sweltering heat

   And the gangs of Mini Coopers

   Took the battle to the streets

   But when the creed was handed down

   For no more trucks and no more cars

   They threw cans of petrol through the windows at Scotland Yard...

   ...When the Mounties stormed the palace of the Saudi family

   They held them up for ransom

   Without disturbing their high tea

   But their getaway was shaky

   They stalled in the Riyadh streets

   Cause you can't make it very far

   When your tank is on empty

H/t