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Herman's Hermits – Last Bus Home lyrics
(Peter Cowap)
You've walked out on the in crowd
With a girl that you've just met
For a little late night livin' on your own
And you want to dance till morning with
This piece of fairer s**
And she says it's late and wants to head for home
And it's all part of the last bus home
In a gigantic green house where the late night buses stop
You'll be waiting for another half an hour
With a man dressed in a raincoat
With a piece of string around
And a man whose dressed in mohair claims his car has broken down
And it's all part of the last bust home
For a moment you must swallow your pride
Reach in your pocket for the money for your ride
Widespread a thousand eyes
This girl you've met tonight won't even steal a kiss
With a rocking, jogging motion you're about to take a ride
On a public corporation's road domain
With the silver rails surrounding
And the smoke that fills the air
And a weary bus conductor climbs the stairs
And it's all part of the last bus
All part of the last bus home
You've walked out on the in crowd
With a girl that you've just met
For a little late night livin' on your own
And you want to dance till morning with
This piece of fairer s**
And she says it's late and wants to head for home
And it's all part of the last bus home
In a gigantic green house where the late night buses stop
You'll be waiting for another half an hour
With a man dressed in a raincoat
With a piece of string around
And a man whose dressed in mohair claims his car has broken down
And it's all part of the last bust home
For a moment you must swallow your pride
Reach in your pocket for the money for your ride
Widespread a thousand eyes
This girl you've met tonight won't even steal a kiss
With a rocking, jogging motion you're about to take a ride
On a public corporation's road domain
With the silver rails surrounding
And the smoke that fills the air
And a weary bus conductor climbs the stairs
And it's all part of the last bus
All part of the last bus home
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