Testo Waving

The view from city buses
Is most wondrous to behold
As the panoply of bridges, domes
And alleyways unfolds
And there down among the debris
Is a face that you once knew
And you hope she doesn't notice
That she's waving at you
Are you cash inside a cylinder
In Mother London's shop,
To be popped around the system
'Til the air is all used up?
So you sit there in the carriage
Turning seven shades of blue
And the people on the platform
Are all waving at you

So you backed that little runaround
It was going for a song
And now you wish you'd never bothered
'Cos it's always going wrong
And you break down on the West way And the rain turns into blue
And the Q.P.R. supporters
Are all waving at you

Oh, the pressures of survival,
They can break an honest man
And the lack of understanding
Is so hard to understand
If you want to leave the party
Then you'd better join the queue
And the ones who beat you to it
Are all waving at you