The Scottish Clippie on the bus

She wa a clippie oon a bus

That passed our base at Lossiemouth

I bought the fare fer Elgin toown

An’ tendered to her a half a croown.

The fare it was but one and six

An she giv me back a chilling

Chorus:
Och, she giv him back a shilling

She clipped ma ticket wi a ding

An’ och ma heart fer her did sing

She wore a leather bag fer change

Strapped across her shapely frame

An where the leather strap did cross

Upon her pretty Scottish bust

It lifted and divided up

just like a wonder bra

Chorus
Just like a wonder bra.

I Told her she’s the one fer me

An took her fer a cup of tea

We danced away at the two red shoes

An I kissed her slow

on the bus that goes

Back ter the base at Lossiemouth

Where I had to leave her on the bus.

Chorus
He had to leave on her bus.

I often like to think of her

In her wee short skirt collecting fares

An’ I dream of dings an’ clippie’s kisses,

Oh dear she could have been my missus

that bonnie conductresses on the bus

That passed our base at Lossiemouth.

Chous

That passed our base at Lossiemouth