The Commuter's Coronach.

(David Diamond)



I've been a Commuter for many long years

And I've spent all my money on tickets and fares.

But now I'm retiring, I've a pension in store,

And I never will play the commuter no more.



CHO: No, nay, never, never no more,

I never will play the commuter no more.



I went to a bus-stop I used to resort,

I felt in my pocket, my money was short.

I'd a ten and a twenty, but small-change I'd none,

And the damned old bus driver he won't let me on.



CHO:



I go down the subway, I can't find a seat,

It's hot and it's crowded, I'm dead on my feet.

They're doing repairs down the end of the line

And we're stuck in the tunnel till twenty-past nine.



CHO:



I bought an old Rover, ninety thou on the clock,

And it belched out blue smoke as I drove 'round the block;

To park near the office, no meter I found,

And I got towed away and was fined fifty pounds.



CHO: