Album: Fin de siècle
Take the National Express when your life's in a mess, it will make you smile
All human life is here, from the feeble old dear to the screaming child
From the student who knows, that to have one of those, would be suicide,
To the family man, manhandling the pram with paternal pride
And everyone sings Yeah uh huh alright
we're going where the air, is free
On the National Express there's a jolly hostess, selling crisps and tea
She'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks, for a sky high fee
Mini skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle, back in 63
But it's hard to get by, when your arse is the size of a small country
And everyone sings Yeah uh huh alright
we're going where the air, is free
Tomorrow belongs to me When you're sad and feeling blue, with nothing better to do,
just don't sit there feeling stressed, take a trip on the NATIONAL EXPRESS
On the National Express
Let's go!