I know the drivers by their first names
It's said they've got me photo in the staff canteen.
I've got a wallchart with all their foibles;
Tony drives the Forty-One, no vinegar just salt.
I was Mr Wet Underpants in eighty-nine
Titled by accident more than design
And I'll tell you stuff for nothing - I'll tell you it for free;
Shawshank Redemption: five quid HMV
And there's little in the way of sunshine heading our way;
I'm standing forward of the notice and it all looks decidedly grey.
I had a dream on the fourth of August -
Duff-Leg Bryn got on the One-One-Three,
A Weimaraner has had me shorthorned
Me go Leominster: eat dog's heart.
If you look carefully in the background of "The Scream"
The couple on the bridge are both Robson Green
My happy-go-lucky affectation conceals
Extraordinary fires but it still kind of feels
There's little in the way of sunshine heading our way;
Whilst the vehicles in motion the driver's got nothing to say.
I got lost I Newfoundland; I've got an in-store at Poundland
I've used all my powdered Peruvian bark,
I woke up this morning but I'm still in the dark
With little in the way of sunshine,
Nothing in the way of moonshine,
Little in the way of sunshine heading our way.
