I’m the driver of my bus, the journey is heartfelt

I check the rear mirror and buckle my belt

I’m the driver of my bus, the journey is heartfelt

My bus is unique, a paint job down the side

All the mod cons and the occasional guide

 

It hasn’t handled so well for ooh, quite a while

So I got an MOT, now I’m traveling in style

It’s taken forty years to really get the feel

Now I drive, eyes closed, with one hand on the wheel

 

The music’s on loud, with me singing along

It’s heaven on earth and where I belong

Please, come join me, it’s completely free

Is there anywhere else that you’d rather be?

 

We all have a bus, I don’t tell a lie…

Are you the driver of yours? I feel I must pry

The advice I can offer goes something like this

Become the driver of your bus and you will feel the bliss

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