Country Bus

Country bus, north country bus, Clumsy and cumbersome, 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, Lusty and rustic and impetuous, Country bus, North Country bus, Bog-trotting bumpkin, 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 pussy-willow in your hair. Wait for us, Wait for us, Country bus.