Speed is of the essence
There is little doubt
Speed is the quintessence
Of what Toad is all about
And those who dare to keep me captive
Would be wiser if they knowed
For every scrape I soon escape
The wondrous Mister Toad!
Do they really think they can confine me to my room
Not while there are motorcars still going v-v-vroom
I was spared some rubber and since mine is written off
Maybe I could borrow from some unexpecting toff
Stop thief! What are you doing!
Stop thief! That's my car!
(Stop thief!)