SLOW BUS TO STOCKPORT
Oh mighty all nightly 192
Full of drunks and full of spew
why are you always full?
Who are this twat spouting bull
About Yer Knighted and the cup
threateniní to duff everybody up?
He doesn't want off, but he rings the bell
Next stop The fifth Circle of Hell
Damnation can't be this bad
By Ardwick I'll have gone quite mad
What in God's name did I do
To end up on the 192?
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