Country bus, north country bus,
Clumsy and c**bersome, rumbustious,
Country bus, North Country bus,
Though you're a slow coach you're OK for us.
Though your cargo is confusion -
Sheepmen and cowgirls and chickens galore up the back -
No need to hurry:
We couldn't care less what the time may be.
And there's no call to worry -
If you smell a bit, so do we.
Villainous, malodorous
Country bus, north country bus,
Rollicking, frolicking, uproarious,
Country bus, North Country bus,
You're rusty and you're dusty but you're OK for us.
Though your seats are rather Spartan
We've got the springs in our backsides to ride out your bounce.
Though you may stumble
After the dance on a Sat'day night,
Backseat lovers don't grumble;
They seem to manage alright.
Amorous, scandalous.
Country bus, north country bus,
l***y and rustic and impetuous,
Country bus, North Country bus,
Bog-trotting b**pkin, you're OK for us.
Though your progress is uncertain -
'Specially at night when the public house closes its doors -
You tend to dodder,
Staggering home from The Bull Hotel.
We, we never bother,
'Cause we've got the staggers as well.
Glorious, notorious.
Country bus, north country bus
Grunting and chuntering, cantankerous,
Country bus, North Country bus,
But no other bus would be good enough for us.
Through the wild, the cruel winter
You get the coal in your eyes and the snow up your nose.
But sooner or later
You will turn up in the village square
With daffodils in your gaiters
And p****-willow in your hair.
Wait for us,
Wait for us,
Country bus.
Clumsy and c**bersome, rumbustious,
Country bus, North Country bus,
Though you're a slow coach you're OK for us.
Though your cargo is confusion -
Sheepmen and cowgirls and chickens galore up the back -
No need to hurry:
We couldn't care less what the time may be.
And there's no call to worry -
If you smell a bit, so do we.
Villainous, malodorous
Country bus, north country bus,
Rollicking, frolicking, uproarious,
Country bus, North Country bus,
You're rusty and you're dusty but you're OK for us.
Though your seats are rather Spartan
We've got the springs in our backsides to ride out your bounce.
Though you may stumble
After the dance on a Sat'day night,
Backseat lovers don't grumble;
They seem to manage alright.
Amorous, scandalous.
Country bus, north country bus,
l***y and rustic and impetuous,
Country bus, North Country bus,
Bog-trotting b**pkin, you're OK for us.
Though your progress is uncertain -
'Specially at night when the public house closes its doors -
You tend to dodder,
Staggering home from The Bull Hotel.
We, we never bother,
'Cause we've got the staggers as well.
Glorious, notorious.
Country bus, north country bus
Grunting and chuntering, cantankerous,
Country bus, North Country bus,
But no other bus would be good enough for us.
Through the wild, the cruel winter
You get the coal in your eyes and the snow up your nose.
But sooner or later
You will turn up in the village square
With daffodils in your gaiters
And p****-willow in your hair.
Wait for us,
Wait for us,
Country bus.