In...an age...when peeeeeople say,..."I...can't face...another day." 

A fourpenny bus ride can take 
One hour away 
Out of his life 
'Cause Johnny's a worker; 
He works from nine to five 
And home to the wife 

From his boring day 
He is far away... 

The same little bus ride 
Provides him with a way 
To face his day 
From Tooting to Chiswick, 
His mind is free to roam 
Far from his home 

In the land of smiles 
He rides for miles and miles... 

He looks out the window 
And dreams of days in the past 
He knew wouldn't last 
The standing conductor is there, 
Asks him for his fare 
And gives him a stare 

Millions every day 
Have to get away... 

So take a fourpenny bus ride to where 
People don't stare 
Or get in your hair 
There' a million and one things to be 
When you learn how 
To be free 

Living day to day, 
Each must find his way...