It’s the end of the day

And It’s time to take the last bus home

I’ve travelled this road for many years

And when it comes to my final stop

I doubt if I’ll shed any tears

I’ll press the bell and slip through the doors

I won’t travel on that bus any more.

At the end of the day

Nothing lasts forever

Every winter gives way to spring

And it’s time to hop off the bus a...

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Another busy day, another busy week

There must be more to life than working week to week.

I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain

Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain

Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak

And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...

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