I know the drivers by their first names It's said they've got me photo in the staff canteen I've got a wallchart with all their foibles Tony drives the forty-one, no vinegar, just salt I was Mr Wet Underpants in eighty-nine Titled by accident more than design And I'll tell you stuff for nothing I'll tell you it for free Shawshank Redemption, five quid, HMV And there's little in the way of sunshine Heading our way I'm standing forward of the notice and it all looks Decidedly grey I had a dream on the fourth of August Duff Leg Bryn got on the one-one-three A Weimaraner has had me Shorthorn Me go Leominster eat dog's heart If you look carefully in the background of The Scream The couple on the bridge are both Robson Greene My happy-go-lucky affectation conceals Extraordinary fires, but it still kind of feels There's little in the way of sunshine heading our way Whilst the vehicle's in motion, the driver's got nothing to say I got lost in Newfoundland I've got an in-store at Poundland I've used all my powdered Peruvian bark I woke up this morning but I'm still in the dark With little in the way of sunshine Nothing in the way of moonshine Little in the way of sunshine heading our way