I saw you at the 100 Club, it wasn't right to speak
Chatter drowned your singing, but there was no mistaking the technique
Like when you taught me Rock me baby, when you were living down in Deal
When I see a hero struggle, I don't know how to feel
Instrum
So I went to ask the man on the Clapham omnibus
His view is often quoted, so it must have gravitas
But there was no man 'cept the driver
Not a woman I could see
Not even a conductor, only me
And I thought of bus conductors, did PC make them go?
We put up with their ding a ling but not their innuendo
Room for one on top, pass right down inside
Made some people giggle, made me want to run and hide
When does my life start, that's the burning question
I wish I knew some answers, I'm open to suggestion
Need to look more to myself, make it my life's mission
Not rely on heroes but on my intuition
