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From Lumberjack to Bus Driver Song: How Monty Python’s Classic Got a Hilarious Transit Makeover

Bus Driver Song

Well the weather for the whole area
Will continue much the same as the past few days
Temperatures 17 centigrade, that's 49 Fahrenheit
Winds will freshen tonight to South West, force 6 or 7
And there will be showers, sometimes heavy in many-
Oh sod it, I didn't wanna do this, I don't wanna be a weather forecaster
I don't wanna rabbit on all day about sunny periods
And patches of rain spreading from the west
I wanted to be a bus driver

Easing past pothole to pothole as they come my way down
The challenging roads of Lothian Edinbra
The giant chuckhole, the chasm, the fracture, the mighty Scots shaft!
The troublesome terrifying trench, the painful little pocket
The deepening rut hole in Nidderia
The collapsed culvert at Cameron Toll
The bone-shaking surface of Rosewell

The naughty Edinburghshire flagship dip
The rocky gutters of West Kinnaird
The Quercus Maximus Camber Furkmee
The Epi-recess, the Barter Hughius Indentationus
With my toothless buddy by my side
We'd sing, sing, sing

I'm a bus driver, and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I drive all day
He's a bus driver, and he's okay
He sleeps all night, and he drives all day

I dodge potholes, I can’t wait for lunch
I stink out the lavatory
On Fridays I go shoppin'
And have curry and chips for tea

He dodges potholes, he can’t wait for lunch
He stinks out the lavatory
On Fridays he goes shoppin'
And has curry and chips for tea

I'm a bus driver, and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I drive all day

I dodge potholes, I can’t wait for lunch
I like to press wildflowers
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars

He dodges potholes, he can’t wait for lunch
He likes to press wildflowers
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars

I'm a bus driver, and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I drive all day

I dodge potholes, I wear high heels
Suspendies, and a bra
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear Papa

He dodges potholes, he wears high heels
Suspendies, and a bra!

He's a bus driver, and he's okay
He sleeps all night, and he drives all day
He's a bus driver, and he's okay
He sleeps all night, and he drives all day


Lyrics modified from Musixmatch

Songwriters: Anonymous Bus Driver / Terry Jones / Fred Tomlinson / Michael Edward Palin

Comments

  1. Killing time, the things that go through your head when you’re on a delayed flight back home from holiday. I think I got too much sun or overindulged in the local produce.
    Apologies, I just had to share, something for the weekend. This modified reproduction may only appeal to the more time served drivers out there, intended for those who can relate to the original that was first published in November 1975 by Monty Python
    In reference to S12,S46,S48

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