A bus elsewhere would be quite dull,
A way to join points;
A simple way to locomote,
A way to join points.
Here in the place I call my home,
A city full of noise,
Such buses are daily call,
In a city full of noise.
Where 14 people nicely fit,
Are always squeezed two dozen,
And in your lap, your face, your pits,
Are always squeezed two dozen.
Reggae, rap, dance, Christian rock,
Bass pounding through your skull,
There’s constant tunes to please and numb,
Bass pounding through your skull.
Where numbers/signs might do the trick,
There’s shouting dusk to dawn,
Young men on drugs paid tuppence-worth,
There’s shouting dusk till dawn.
The shrill coin tap on metal roof,
Signalling to stop,
You shoulder tap so subtly,
Signalling to stop.
You don’t just get from A to B,
You get to see a world,
On 14 seats, two dozen lives,
You get to see a world.