There must of been a struggle in the control room.
The bus hater,
The one that hates all buses,
And wants to blind them.
He must of wrested temporary control...
Of the bus indicator control panel.
The one with all the buttons and knobs,
And flashing lights,
There has to be flashing lights,
To type in his warning to omnibuses.
That he is coming,
And beware,
Because...
He planned to...
SEE BUS BLIND!!!
SEE BUS BLIND!!!
Blind the buses.
Stop them seeing.
God!!!
The madness,
To see into his seething cauldron of a mind.
How did he plan to carry out this nefarious deed?
How did he plan to blind the buses?
Or did he plan to burn out the eyes of the drivers?
With a searing hot poker.
THE BASTARD!!!
THE SADISTIC, BUS HATING BASTARD!!!
THE SADISTIC, BUS HATING, BURNING HOT POKER TOTIN' BASTARD!!!
HE HAD EVEN STARTED THE COUNTDOWN
1 min...
30 secs
DUE!!!
THE BUS BLINDNESS IS DUE!!!
How deliciously wicked
How Bond Villain
Then his controller came back from the toilet and told him to stop being a silly bugger and get on with his job.
Tottenham Ct. Rd. 2 min
