Divine Comedy, The
The National Express
Take the National Express when your life's in a messIt'll make you smileAll human life is hereFrom the feeble old dear to the screaming childFrom the student who knows that to have one of thoseWould be suicideTo the family manManhandling the pram with paternal prideAnd everybody sings 'ba ba ba da'We're going where the air is freeOn the National Express there's a jolly hostessSelling crisps and teaShe'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winksFor a sky-high feeMini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisleBack in '63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)But it's hard to get by when your arse is the sizeOf a small countryAnd everybody sings 'ba ba ba da'We're going where the air is freeTomorrow belongs to meWhen you're sad and feeling blueWith nothing better to doDon't just sit there feeling stressedTake a trip on the National Express, the National Express, let's go
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