| You’ve walked out on the in crowd
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| With a girl that you’ve just met
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| For a little late night livin' on your own
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| And you want to dance till morning with
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| This piece of fairer sex
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| And she says it’s late and wants to head for home
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| And it’s all part of the last bus home
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| In a gigantic green house where the late night buses stop
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| You’ll be waiting for another half an hour
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| With a man dressed in a raincoat
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| With a piece of string around
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| And a man whose dressed in mohair claims his car has broken down
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| And it’s all part of the last bust home
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| For a moment you must swallow your pride
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| Reach in your pocket for the money for your ride
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| Widespread a thousand eyes
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| This girl you’ve met tonight won’t even steal a kiss
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| With a rocking, jogging motion you’re about to take a ride
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| On a public corporation’s road domain
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| With the silver rails surrounding
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| And the smoke that fills the air
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| And a weary bus conductor climbs the stairs
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| And it’s all part of the last bus
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| All part of the last bus home |