Album: Kings Singers Sing Flanders And Swann And Noel Coward

A Transport Of Delight

Some people like a motorbike
Some say a tram for me
Or for Bonnie Army Lorry
They'd lay them doon and 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:
'Move further down the car'
And very soon you'll find yourself
Inside the terminus
In a London Transport Diesel Engined Ninety-Seven Horsepower Omnibus

Along the Queen's great highway
I drive my merry load
At twenty miles an 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 Ninety-Seven
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

When cabbies try to pass me,
Before they overtakes,
I stick my flippin' hand out and I jams on all me brakes
Them jackal taxi drives
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 Ninety-Seven
Horsepower Omnibus

I stops when I'm requested
Although it spoils the ride
So he can shout:
'Get out of it
We're full right up inside'

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 thirty foot long by ten foot wide
Inside that monarch of the road
Observer of the highway code
That big six-wheeler
Scarlet painted
London Transport
Diesel Engined
Ninety-Seven Horsepower
Ninety-Seven Horsepower Omnibus

Hold very tight Please!