London Bus by Lady Dalston
Great fat London bus
Lumbering around with all your weight
Like a gluttonous fat pig in the corner of a pub
Gorging itself on beer and swill
But that's what England is, that indulged man
That wanders around London, belly full of cans
A bit of kebab, ciggie on the floor
And the company of winos and possibly a whore
Great fat London bus
Lumbering around with all your weight
Like a gluttonous fat pig in the corner of a pub
Gorging itself on beer and swill
But that's what England is, that indulged man
That wanders around London, belly full of cans
A bit of kebab, ciggie on the floor
And the company of winos and possibly a whore
By day it seems you have an honest profession
But by night your standards seem to lessen
And your comapny seems so sour
As time goes on, hour by hour
Great fat London bus
Your company seems so sour
So put on a new coat and your dancing shoes
And that way, dear fat bus
No-one can say a red bus has the blues
We'll take the bus and sing along
While the wheels on the bus...trundle along
But by night your standards seem to lessen
And your comapny seems so sour
As time goes on, hour by hour
Great fat London bus
Your company seems so sour
So put on a new coat and your dancing shoes
And that way, dear fat bus
No-one can say a red bus has the blues
We'll take the bus and sing along
While the wheels on the bus...trundle along
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