Buses is most wondrous to behold
As the panoply of bridges,
domes and al leyways unfolds
And there down among the dead men
Is a face that you once knew
And you hope she doesn't notice
Are you cash inside a cylinder, in
To be pumped around the system,
till the air is all used up?
So you sit there in the carriage,
turning seven shades of blue
And the people on the platform are all
So you bagged that little runaround,
And now you wish you'd never bothered,
cos it's always going wrong
And you break down on the westward,
and the rain turns into glue
QPR supporters are waiting there
Oh, the pressures of survival,
they can break an honest man
And the lack of understand
ing is so hard to understand
If you want to leave the party,
then you better join the queue
And the ones who beat you to it are always in your queue
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