We're sitting upstairs, huh Go one, one, twoIt's better on the top deck Can't get a clear viewI'm gonna treat myself Gonna treat myselfIn the Danish Romance, so go woohooWhen my friends go on a spree They prefer to go to HMVBecause they keep the records in the sleeve They think it makes them easier to beHeading out of town, past the avenue Past Jefferson Chemicals and Bowlands tooAcross Locker Bridge, we'll be in Swansea soonGonna get some Subway, say, maybe some Buzzcocks tooIt's empty upstairs on the bus There are only three of usIt's just me and two old men And they are deep in conversationOne of the old men said This place was never quite the sameAfter the English, after the English came His companion shook his headExplain yourself, he roughly said Okay, allow me to, allow me to elucidateIf colonisation were not enough I'd throw in the lime bitch and all that other stuffIf colonisation were not enough Before the English came here, there was no dandruffTell me, have you lost your mind? Not at all, I think you'll findThere's no word for it in the Welsh town Therefore the whole concept is failureSitting upstairs on the 112 It's better on the SundayYou get a clearer view I'm sitting upstairs on the 112It's better on the Sunday You get a clearer view