I don’t want a lorry, br I don’t want a car, br I don’t want a taxi br ‘Cause it isn’t very far. br I don’t want a bicycle, br I don’t want a fuss, br I just want an ordinary br Double-decker bus. br br I would like some sympathy, br I would like a lift; br I would like a warmer place br To stand and stamp and shift! br I’d like to be a person, br But I feel anonymous br As I wait for that ordinary br Double-decker bus. br br We’re not in a blizzard, and br We’re not in a storm; br We’re just in December and br It isn’t very warm! br The roads have been gritted, and br The fog has gone from us - br So what can be holding up br My Double-decker bus? br br There may be an accident. br There may be a queue. br There may be a sea of cones br For him to battle through... br br ...A smile of explanation br Would be less injurious br Than your scowl when I fall on board br Your Double-decker bus.