If I could talk to buses, What a tale this bus could tell! Where did it get that stain from? What's the source of the vomit smell? When you reach your stop in the pouring rain With drunks upon your seats, You know that bus is me. And you won't ride that bus again Because your oyster's down to 50p.
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