We're sitting upstairs, huh Go one, one, two
It's better on the top deck Can't get a clear view
I'm gonna treat myself Gonna treat myself
In the Danish Romance, so go woohoo
When my friends go on a spree They prefer to go to HMV
Because they keep the records in the sleeve They think it makes them easier to be
Heading out of town, past the avenue Past Jefferson Chemicals and Bowlands too
Across Locker Bridge, we'll be in Swansea soon
Gonna get some Subway, say, maybe some Buzzcocks too
It's empty upstairs on the bus There are only three of us
It's just me and two old men And they are deep in conversation
One of the old men said This place was never quite the same
After the English, after the English came His companion shook his head
Explain yourself, he roughly said Okay, allow me to, allow me to elucidate
If colonisation were not enough I'd throw in the lime bitch and all that other stuff
If colonisation were not enough Before the English came here, there was no dandruff
Tell me, have you lost your mind? Not at all, I think you'll find
There's no word for it in the Welsh town Therefore the whole concept is failure
Sitting upstairs on the 112 It's better on the Sunday
You get a clearer view I'm sitting upstairs on the 112
It's better on the Sunday You get a clearer view