Post by Mlle Bienvenu on May 21, 2004 2:17:30 GMT -5
Another Flanders and Swann filk (these guys are just begging to be filked....LOL.... This is to the song, the Omnibus or A Transport of Delight)
The Knight Bus
Ernie: Some talk of apparating,
Stan: Some say a broom for me
Ernie: Or for some floo powder
They'd lay them doon and dee.
Stan: Such means of locomotion
Seem rather dull to us
Ernie: The Driver
Stan: and Conductor of
Both: the wizarding Knight Bus!
Stan: Hold very tight please, bang-bang!
Stan: When you’re a wizard in trouble,
And you don't know where you are,
Just sticks your blooming wand out
and we’ll never be too far!
And very soon you'll find yourself
Inside the Terminus
In a Wizard Transport
magic powered
Nine gazillion horse-power
Knight Bus!
Ernie: Along the Queen's great highway
I drive my merry load
At two hundred miles per hour
In the middle of the road;
Don’t worry ‘bout that building,
It pays no mind to us,
The big six-wheeler
Purple-painted
Wizard Transport
magic powered
Nine gazillion horse-power
Knight Bus!
Ernie: Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Stan: Mind the stairs! Mind the stairs!
Ernie: Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Stan: Any more fares? Any more fares? Anymore fares?
Ernie: When we get another rider,
Before we overtakes,
Stan: I sticks me flippin’ wand out
Ernie: As I jams on all me brakes!
All the other passengers
Can only swear and cuss,
In that monarch of the road,
Stan: Observer of no Highway Code,
Ernie: That big six-wheeler
Stan: Purple-painted
Ernie: Wizard Transport
Stan: magic powered
Ernie: Nine gazillion horse-power
Both: Knight Bus!
Ernie: I stops when I'm requested
Although it spoils the ride,
So he can shout: 'Get in here!
We’ve got spare beds inside!'
Stan: We don't ask much for wages,
We only want fair shares,
So cut down all the stages,
And stick up all the fares.
If a bed cost a sickle apeice
Why should you make a fuss?
Ernie: It's worth it just to ride inside
Stan: That thirty-foot-long by ten-foot-wide,
Ernie: Inside that monarch of the road,
Stan: Observer of no Highway Code,
Ernie: That big six-wheeler
Stan: Purple-painted
Ernie: Wizard Transport
Stan: Magic powered
Ernie: Nine gazillion horse-power
Both: Knight Bus!
Stan: Hold very tight please! Bang-Bang!
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and here's the original:
Some talk of a Lagonda,
Some like a smart M.G.,
Or for Bonnie Army Lorry
They'd lay them doon and dee.
Such means of locomotion
Seem rather dull to us
The Driver and Conductor
Of a London Omnibus.
Hold very tight please, ting-ting!
When you are lost in London
And you don't know where you are,
You'll hear my voice a-calling:
'Pass further down the car!'
And very soon you'll find yourself
Inside the Terminus
In a London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
Along the Queen's great highway
I drive my merry load
At twenty miles per hour
In the middle of the road;
We like to drive in convoys
We're most gregarious;
The big six-wheeler
Scarlet-painted
London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Mind the stairs! Mind the stairs!
Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Any more fares? Any more fares?
When cabbies try to pass me,
Before they overtakes,
I sticks me flippin' hand out
As I jams on all me brakes!
Them jackal taxi-drivers
Can only swear and cuss,
Behind that monarch of the road,
Observer of the Highway Code,
That big six-wheeler
Scarlet-painted London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
I stops when I'm requested
Athough it spoils the ride,
So he can shout: 'Get aht of it!
We're full right up inside!'
We don't ask much for wages,
We only want fair shares,
So cut down all the stages,
And stick up all the fares.
If tickets cost a pound apiece
Why should you make a fuss?
It's worth it just to ride inside
That thirty-foot-long by ten-foot-wide, Inside that monarch of the road,
Observer of the Highway Code,
That big six-wheeler
Scarlet-painted
London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
The Knight Bus
Ernie: Some talk of apparating,
Stan: Some say a broom for me
Ernie: Or for some floo powder
They'd lay them doon and dee.
Stan: Such means of locomotion
Seem rather dull to us
Ernie: The Driver
Stan: and Conductor of
Both: the wizarding Knight Bus!
Stan: Hold very tight please, bang-bang!
Stan: When you’re a wizard in trouble,
And you don't know where you are,
Just sticks your blooming wand out
and we’ll never be too far!
And very soon you'll find yourself
Inside the Terminus
In a Wizard Transport
magic powered
Nine gazillion horse-power
Knight Bus!
Ernie: Along the Queen's great highway
I drive my merry load
At two hundred miles per hour
In the middle of the road;
Don’t worry ‘bout that building,
It pays no mind to us,
The big six-wheeler
Purple-painted
Wizard Transport
magic powered
Nine gazillion horse-power
Knight Bus!
Ernie: Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Stan: Mind the stairs! Mind the stairs!
Ernie: Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Stan: Any more fares? Any more fares? Anymore fares?
Ernie: When we get another rider,
Before we overtakes,
Stan: I sticks me flippin’ wand out
Ernie: As I jams on all me brakes!
All the other passengers
Can only swear and cuss,
In that monarch of the road,
Stan: Observer of no Highway Code,
Ernie: That big six-wheeler
Stan: Purple-painted
Ernie: Wizard Transport
Stan: magic powered
Ernie: Nine gazillion horse-power
Both: Knight Bus!
Ernie: I stops when I'm requested
Although it spoils the ride,
So he can shout: 'Get in here!
We’ve got spare beds inside!'
Stan: We don't ask much for wages,
We only want fair shares,
So cut down all the stages,
And stick up all the fares.
If a bed cost a sickle apeice
Why should you make a fuss?
Ernie: It's worth it just to ride inside
Stan: That thirty-foot-long by ten-foot-wide,
Ernie: Inside that monarch of the road,
Stan: Observer of no Highway Code,
Ernie: That big six-wheeler
Stan: Purple-painted
Ernie: Wizard Transport
Stan: Magic powered
Ernie: Nine gazillion horse-power
Both: Knight Bus!
Stan: Hold very tight please! Bang-Bang!
===========================
and here's the original:
Some talk of a Lagonda,
Some like a smart M.G.,
Or for Bonnie Army Lorry
They'd lay them doon and dee.
Such means of locomotion
Seem rather dull to us
The Driver and Conductor
Of a London Omnibus.
Hold very tight please, ting-ting!
When you are lost in London
And you don't know where you are,
You'll hear my voice a-calling:
'Pass further down the car!'
And very soon you'll find yourself
Inside the Terminus
In a London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
Along the Queen's great highway
I drive my merry load
At twenty miles per hour
In the middle of the road;
We like to drive in convoys
We're most gregarious;
The big six-wheeler
Scarlet-painted
London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Mind the stairs! Mind the stairs!
Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Any more fares? Any more fares?
When cabbies try to pass me,
Before they overtakes,
I sticks me flippin' hand out
As I jams on all me brakes!
Them jackal taxi-drivers
Can only swear and cuss,
Behind that monarch of the road,
Observer of the Highway Code,
That big six-wheeler
Scarlet-painted London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
I stops when I'm requested
Athough it spoils the ride,
So he can shout: 'Get aht of it!
We're full right up inside!'
We don't ask much for wages,
We only want fair shares,
So cut down all the stages,
And stick up all the fares.
If tickets cost a pound apiece
Why should you make a fuss?
It's worth it just to ride inside
That thirty-foot-long by ten-foot-wide, Inside that monarch of the road,
Observer of the Highway Code,
That big six-wheeler
Scarlet-painted
London Transport
Diesel-engined
Ninety-seven horse-power
Omnibus!
