Kings Singers - The Transport Of Delight lyrics

(Some people like a motorbike Some say a tram for me) Or for bonny Annie Laurie By the lay them down a dee Such means of locomotion seem rather dull to us The driver and conductor of a London omnibus Hold very tight please! Ting-ting! Hold very tight please! Ting-ting! When you are lost in London And you don't know where you are You'll hear my voice a-calling "Pa** further down the car!" And very soon you'll find yourself inside the terminus In a London transport diesel-engined 97-horsepower omnibus Along the Queen's great Highway I drive my merry load At 20 miles-per-hour in the middle of the road We like to drive in convoys - we're most gregarious: The big six-wheeler scarlet-painted London transport diesel-engined 97-horsepower Omnibus Earth has not anything to show more fair Mind the stairs! Mind the stairs! Mind the stairs! Earth has not anything to show more fair Any more fares? Any more fares? Any more fares? Any more fares? Any more fares? When cabbies try to pa** me, before they overtakes I sticks me flippin' 'and out and jams on all me brakes Then jackal taxi drivers can only swear and cuss Behind that monarch of the road Observer of the Highway Code That big six-wheeler scarlet-painted London transport diesel-engined 97-horsepower Omnibus I stops when I'm requested although it spoils the rides So he can shout "Gert out of it, we're full right up inside!" Hold very tight, please We don't ask much for wages, we only want fair shares So cut down all the stages and stick up all the fares If tickets cost a pound a piece Why should you make a fuss? It's worth it just to ride inside That 30-foot-long by 10-foot-wide Inside that monarch of the road Observer of the Highway Code That big six-wheeler scarlet-painted London transport diesel-engined 97-horsepower 97-horsepower omnibus Hold very tight please! Ting-ting!