Blimey, it's the 1950s (The Grand Tour S02E08)

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[Intro]
(Upbeat 1950s rock and roll guitar twang, walking bassline, rhythmic handclaps and standard acoustic drums)

[Verse 1]
The Cotswolds tent is standing in the gentle winter rain
The presenters take the stage tonight to talk of speed again
They say the modern world is full of buttons, screens, and clips
They want to find the raw feel of the old-school road trips

[Verse 2]
No traction-control systems and no sat-nav in the view
Just pure mechanical passion underneath the cloudy blue
They go back to the fifties, when the British cars were king
To see what kind of joy these ancient speed machines can bring

[Verse 3]
Jeremy Clarkson steps into a multi-million dream
A British racing green machine, the automotive cream
The Jaguar XKSS, reborn from history's floor
With side-pipe exhausts roaring right outside the garage door

[Verse 4]
And Richard Hammond chooses style, an Aston Martin grand
The DB4 GT Continuation, the finest in the land
Built exactly like the old days, with a straight-six engine loud
It looks so pure and elegant, making the British proud

[Verse 5]
They drive across the English hills, the gravel roads are sweet
No computers are telling them where the wheels and asphalt meet
Jeremy is shifting gears, his hair is flying high
But a heavy rainy storm begins to paint the summer sky

[Verse 6]
The XKSS has no roof, the water's pouring in
The cockpit turns into a bath, soaking Jeremy’s chin
He has no windshield wipers that can clear the heavy spray
Living out the fifties dream on a terrible wet day

[Verse 7]
Richard’s Aston Martin has a problem with the clutch
The heavy steering wheel is shaking way too bloody much
They realize that the old days were romantic in the mind
But driving them in reality is a painful, heavy grind

[Verse 8]
[Sudden music transition - Fast aggressive modern punk rock drums and distorted bass]
Now Captain Slow arrives to break the retro-vintage line
With a futuristic weapon of Japanese design
The Honda Civic Type R, a front-wheel-drive extreme
With wings and spoilers everywhere, a boy-racer's wildest dream

[Verse 9]
James May is on the Eboladrome, the engine screams so high
Three exhaust pipes in the back beneath the greyish sky
It has three hundred horses and a manual gearbox tight
It cuts right through the corners like a toxic throwing knife

[Verse 10]
He pushes it to redline, the tires scream and smoke
Showing that this modern hatch is definitely no joke
It sets a blazing lap time on the leader-board wall
Proving that the modern tech can easily rule them all

[Verse 11]
Back to the fifties boys, who are freezing in the cold
Their classic British supercars are looking grand but old
They try to park the multi-million monsters in the town
But people stare and laugh at them as the rain comes pouring down

[Verse 12]
Jeremy’s big boots are wet, his trousers soaked completely
While Hammond tries to wipe the fog from his dashboard neatly
They agree that modern engineering is a better treat
Than sitting in a leaky bathtub on a public street

[Verse 13]
Back inside the Cotswolds tent, the crowd is laughing loud
At the ridiculous vintage trip that shocked the country crowd
They look at all the puddles and the damage on the floor
Concluding that the modern cars are better evermore

[Verse 14]
In Celebrity Face-Off, the battle lines are clear
Two famous names from fashion and TV walk out with a cheer
Paris Hilton and Tony Hadley are racing for the crown
To see who is the fastest driving star inside the town

[Verse 15]
They race around the gravel track, the tires scream and shout
To find out who can handle cars and push the limits out
The leaderboard is shifting fast, the times are very tight
Beneath the British winter clouds and the studio light

[Verse 16]
The fourth song is slowing down, the retro films are past
The Jaguar and the Aston showed that history was fast
The Grand Tour truck is waiting, the engines roar out loud
On to the next adventure, keeping petrolheads so proud

[Verse 17]
So play the vintage rock and roll and let the guitars scream
The rainy fifties road-trip was a beautiful wet dream
Three presenters bickering about a leaky frame
The grandest tour is rolling on to play another game

[Outro]
(1950s guitar solo blending with modern punk distortion, heavy final drum roll, sound of a windshield wiper clicking, final loud chord fading out)

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[Intro] (Upbeat 1950s rock and roll guitar twang, walking bassline, rhythmic handclaps and standard acoustic drums) [Verse 1] The Cotswolds tent is standing in the gentle winter rain The presenters take the stage tonight to talk of speed again They say the modern world is full of buttons, screens, and clips They want to find the raw feel of the old-school road trips [Verse 2] No traction-control systems and no sat-nav in the view Just pure mechanical passion underneath the cloudy blue They go back to the fifties, when the British cars were king To see what kind of joy these ancient speed machines can bring [Verse 3] Jeremy Clarkson steps into a multi-million dream A British racing green machine, the automotive cream The Jaguar XKSS, reborn from history's floor With side-pipe exhausts roaring right outside the garage door [Verse 4] And Richard Hammond chooses style, an Aston Martin grand The DB4 GT Continuation, the finest in the land Built exactly like the old days, with a straight-six engine loud It looks so pure and elegant, making the British proud [Verse 5] They drive across the English hills, the gravel roads are sweet No computers are telling them where the wheels and asphalt meet Jeremy is shifting gears, his hair is flying high But a heavy rainy storm begins to paint the summer sky [Verse 6] The XKSS has no roof, the water's pouring in The cockpit turns into a bath, soaking Jeremy’s chin He has no windshield wipers that can clear the heavy spray Living out the fifties dream on a terrible wet day [Verse 7] Richard’s Aston Martin has a problem with the clutch The heavy steering wheel is shaking way too bloody much They realize that the old days were romantic in the mind But driving them in reality is a painful, heavy grind [Verse 8] [Sudden music transition - Fast aggressive modern punk rock drums and distorted bass] Now Captain Slow arrives to break the retro-vintage line With a futuristic weapon of Japanese design The Honda Civic Type R, a front-wheel-drive extreme With wings and spoilers everywhere, a boy-racer's wildest dream [Verse 9] James May is on the Eboladrome, the engine screams so high Three exhaust pipes in the back beneath the greyish sky It has three hundred horses and a manual gearbox tight It cuts right through the corners like a toxic throwing knife [Verse 10] He pushes it to redline, the tires scream and smoke Showing that this modern hatch is definitely no joke It sets a blazing lap time on the leader-board wall Proving that the modern tech can easily rule them all [Verse 11] Back to the fifties boys, who are freezing in the cold Their classic British supercars are looking grand but old They try to park the multi-million monsters in the town But people stare and laugh at them as the rain comes pouring down [Verse 12] Jeremy’s big boots are wet, his trousers soaked completely While Hammond tries to wipe the fog from his dashboard neatly They agree that modern engineering is a better treat Than sitting in a leaky bathtub on a public street [Verse 13] Back inside the Cotswolds tent, the crowd is laughing loud At the ridiculous vintage trip that shocked the country crowd They look at all the puddles and the damage on the floor Concluding that the modern cars are better evermore [Verse 14] In Celebrity Face-Off, the battle lines are clear Two famous names from fashion and TV walk out with a cheer Paris Hilton and Tony Hadley are racing for the crown To see who is the fastest driving star inside the town [Verse 15] They race around the gravel track, the tires scream and shout To find out who can handle cars and push the limits out The leaderboard is shifting fast, the times are very tight Beneath the British winter clouds and the studio light [Verse 16] The fourth song is slowing down, the retro films are past The Jaguar and the Aston showed that history was fast The Grand Tour truck is waiting, the engines roar out loud On to the next adventure, keeping petrolheads so proud [Verse 17] So play the vintage rock and roll and let the guitars scream The rainy fifties road-trip was a beautiful wet dream Three presenters bickering about a leaky frame The grandest tour is rolling on to play another game [Outro] (1950s guitar solo blending with modern punk distortion, heavy final drum roll, sound of a windshield wiper clicking, final loud chord fading out)

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