She's been all over the country,
Even been to foreign parts,
She was old but she was beautiful,
She stole the people's hearts,
When we drove into your town,
You would know that it was us,
By the rumble of the engine,
Of our big blue burning bus.
She'd been rollin' down the tarmac,
Since nineteen eighty two,
She was green when we first got her,
But we sprayed glitter blue,
With a fancy hot-rod flame-job,
Just to cause a little fuss,
We would stun them as we drove up,
In our big blue burning bus.
She would b ìreak down every fortnight,
And it was always somethin' new,
So learned about mechanics,
It was all that I could do.
In a rainy service station,
I would lie under and cuss,
With guitar strings and chewing gum,
I'd fix the big blue bus.
She was breaking down to often,
That we had to let her go,
So we sold the bus to Tony,
Who had come to see our show,
We'd buy ourselves a new one,
With an engine we could trust,
So with tearful eyes we said goodbye,
To our big blue burning bus.
Now the story goes that Tony,
Kept her parked up in yard,
In a town deep in the south,
Where the livin's pretty hard,
Some thieves broke in to steal her,
But th'ignition they couldn't suss...
...They fled with fright,
Into the night,
As a deadly spark,
Did catch a light,
And the petrol tank,
It did ignite
It must have been,
A beautiful sight
The final fiery moments of the
big blue burning bus.
Even been to foreign parts,
She was old but she was beautiful,
She stole the people's hearts,
When we drove into your town,
You would know that it was us,
By the rumble of the engine,
Of our big blue burning bus.
She'd been rollin' down the tarmac,
Since nineteen eighty two,
She was green when we first got her,
But we sprayed glitter blue,
With a fancy hot-rod flame-job,
Just to cause a little fuss,
We would stun them as we drove up,
In our big blue burning bus.
She would b ìreak down every fortnight,
And it was always somethin' new,
So learned about mechanics,
It was all that I could do.
In a rainy service station,
I would lie under and cuss,
With guitar strings and chewing gum,
I'd fix the big blue bus.
She was breaking down to often,
That we had to let her go,
So we sold the bus to Tony,
Who had come to see our show,
We'd buy ourselves a new one,
With an engine we could trust,
So with tearful eyes we said goodbye,
To our big blue burning bus.
Now the story goes that Tony,
Kept her parked up in yard,
In a town deep in the south,
Where the livin's pretty hard,
Some thieves broke in to steal her,
But th'ignition they couldn't suss...
...They fled with fright,
Into the night,
As a deadly spark,
Did catch a light,
And the petrol tank,
It did ignite
It must have been,
A beautiful sight
The final fiery moments of the
big blue burning bus.