A Transport Of Delight Lyrics

Flanders & Swann A Transport Of Delight

A Transport of Delight

Flanders: "Omnibus", my friend Mr Swann informs me,
comes from the Latin, "omnibus", meaning to or for, by,
with, or from everybody - which is a very good
description! This song is about a bus, it's wittily
subtitled - (I thought of this) - "A Transport of
Delight".

Both: Some people like a motorbike, some say, "A tram
for me!",
Or for bonny army lorry, they'd lay them down and dee.
Such means of locomotion seem rather dull to us,
Swann: The driver...
Flanders: ... and conductor of...
Both: ... a London omnibus!

Hold very tight please, ting ting.
Hold very tight please, ting ting.

Flanders: When you are lost in London, and you don't
know where you are,
You'll hear my voice a-calling, "Move further down the
car!".
Both: And very soon you'll find yourself inside the
terminus,
In a London transport, diesel engine, ninety-seven
horsepower omnibus.

Swann: Along the Queen's great highway, I drive my
merry load,
At twenty miles per hour in the middle of the road.
Both: We like to drive in conveys, we're most
gregarious,
The big six-wheeler, scarlet painted, London transport,
diesel engine, ninety-seven horsepower omnibus.

Earth has not anything to show more fair,
Flanders: Mind the stairs, please,
Swann: Mind the stairs...
Flanders: Mind the stairs...
Both: Earth has not anything to show more fair,
Swann: Any more fares?
Flanders: Any more fares, any more fares?

Swann: When cabbies try to pass me before they
overtakes,
I sticks me flippin' hand out and I jams on all me
brakes.
Flanders: Those jackal taxi drivers can only swear and
cuss,
Behind that monarch of the road,
Swann: Observer of the highway code,
Flanders: That big six-wheeler,
Swann: Scarlet painted,
Flanders: London transport,
Swann: Diesel engine,
Both: Ninety-seven horsepower omnibus.

Swann: I stops when I'm requested, although it spoils
the ride,
So we can shout,
Flanders: "Get out of it! We're full right up inside".

Both: We don't ask much for wages, we only want fair
shares,
So cut down all the stages, and stick up all the fares.
If tickets cost a pound apiece, why should you make a
fuss?
Flanders: It's worth it just to ride inside,
Swann: That thirty-foot long by ten-foot wide,
Flanders: Inside that monarch of the road,
Swann: Observer of the highway code,
Both: The big six-wheeler,
London transport,
Diesel engine,
Ninety-seven horsepower,
Ninety-seven horsepower omnibus!

Flanders: Hold very tight, please!
Swann: (On piano) Ting ting!