My Double-Decker Bus
I don’t want a lorry,
I don’t want a car, I don’t want a taxi ‘Cause it isn’t very far. I don’t want a bicycle, I don’t want a fuss, I just want an ordinary Double-decker bus. I would like some sympathy, I would like a lift; I would like a warmer place To stand and stamp and shift! I’d like to be a person, But I feel anonymous As I wait for that ordinary Double-decker bus. We’re not in a blizzard, and We’re not in a storm; We’re just in December and It isn’t very warm! The roads have been gritted, and The fog has gone from us - So what can be holding up My Double-decker bus? There may be an accident. There may be a queue. There may be a sea of cones For him to battle through... ...A smile of explanation Would be less injurious Than your scowl when I fall on board Your Double-decker bus. |