Hey hey, A.A. man!Hey hey, A.A. man!Hey hey, A.A. man!Hey hey, A.A. man!Out on the motorway, clocking up the milesMy coupé’s running roughly, steaming overGot thirty miles to go to the next servicesI ain’t a-gonna make it, yes so this isYou won’t believe the state my engine’s inI’m leaking oil and reckon I won’t make it up the hillI should have checked my fanbelt tooThere’s a burning smell, and now I’m pulling over to the sideHey hey, A.A. man!Hey hey, A.A. man!Hey hey, A.A. man! – get to me as fast as you canIt’s now well past four and pissing down with rainWhere’s my member’s handbook, Patricia darling!The wheels are well locked up, I’m going for the phoneThey ain’t had the very man to fix itOperator, put me through to breakdownI’m down the road, in my little red Marina in the rainConnect me through to InformationI’m pumped right out and I’ve fifteen miles to walk home in the wetHey hey, A.A. man! – get to me as fast as you canHey hey, A.A. man! – ——- up the jerrycanOperator, put me through to breakdownI’m down the road, in my little red Marina in the rainConnect me to Auto InformationI’m pumped right out and I’ve fifteen miles to walk home in the wet