(Peter Cowap)
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You've walked out on the in crowd
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with a girl that you've just met
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for a little late night livin' on your own
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and you want to dance till morning with
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this piece of fairer sex
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and she says it's late and wants to head for home
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and it's all part of the last bus home
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in a gigantic green house where the late night buses stop
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you'll be waiting for another half an hour
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with a man dressed in a raincoat
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with a piece of string around
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and a man whose dressed in mohair claims his car has broken down
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and it's all part of the last bust home
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for a moment you must swallow your pride
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reach in your pocket for the money for your ride
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widespread a thousand eyes
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this girl you've met tonight won't even steal a kiss
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with a rocking, jogging motion you're about to take a ride
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on a public corporation's road domain
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with the silver rails surrounding
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and the smoke that fills the air
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and a weary bus conductor climbs the stairs
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and it's all part of the last bus
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all part of the last bus home
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Last Bus Home
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| Herman's Hermits |
