Late one Friday, catching
the bus
Young hot girl starts
looking at us
Ask her for a drink, yeh I
don’t make a fuss
She rolls her eyes
Says I won’t tell a lie
I don’t date guys who ride
on the bus.
I think for a minute like
that’s a bit rich
You’re here sitting on the
76
What you on about, are you
taking the piss?
She looks me over
Shrugs her shoulders
Says I’m just confident,
not a bitch.
I’m looking for a guy with
a little more class
Not a scruffy get with a
weekly pass.
I’m like jeez, how’s that
for a kick in the ass
So I say fair dos
But I’m looking at yous
And I’ll give you all my
compliments, en masse.
5 minutes later, riding
the bus
Young hot girl won’t stop
kissing us
Get off at her stop
without making a fuss
Say shall I come over?
She says it’s over
I don’t shag guys who ride
on the bus
I ran through heaven right
into a brick wall
Started with nothing now
I’m getting fuck all
Tell her a minute ago
we’re having a ball
She strokes my face
Not the time or the place
Says I want a real man or
nothing at all
Well woe betide
I buy a daily rider
Just to save a fiver, or
something
If I can get inside her by
bluffing
She’ll get a MegaRider or
nothing
But more’s the pity
Who the hell am I kidding?
She wants a suped-up rider
sub-woofin
Maybe one day when you’re
driving a car
You can take me on holidays
Or take me to bars
If you gave me some
action, I could take you to Mars
But she kisses my cheek
Says I’ll see you next
week
“You might not have money
but you’ve still got your charm”
I think fucking hell you
patronising bitch
We were both there sitting
on the 76
“Yeh I might not be loaded
but I’m morally rich”
“Oh! Morals, do yer?
I can see right through
yer
Give me all the chat so
you can look at my tits”
Wait a minute! You’ve got
me all wrong
10 minutes ago we were
getting along
Let’s just rewind and
start from square one
Hey nice to meet you, can
I sit beside yer?
My name’s Jimbo, paid up
bus rider
Yeh, I’m not that keen on
it either
But town and back for less
than a fiver
It’s a steal
Let me shout you a meal
Kansas Chicken or whatever
you feel
chuck in a Vimto as part
of the deal
Let’s go to a disco or
whatever appeals
I’m easy
Not remotely sleazy
Borrow my jacket, here you
look freezing.
Hold my hands up, pissed,
I got cocky
Ahead of myself, and my manners
were shocking
I’m sorry
Can I get under your
brolly?
You’re an alien, I’m a
nobody
Some folk say I talk too
much
I’m talking shit, I’m
double-Dutch
Just hold my hand and shut
me up
I’m on demand if that’s
enough
Just pause it
Late one Friday, out on
the street
numb stargazing, dying to
speak
dumb heartbreaking kiss on
the cheek
whatever that means
Heaven in black jeans
Same bus, same time, every
week
