Fever, Delirium and Buses

Well I was wondering

Why the teapot was so heavy

Thought maybe they'd filled

The tea bags with lead

So I guess I'll take

To drinking coffee instead

Well I was watching

The lights from a bus window

And I sort of noticed

The blonde at one stop

Then I felt rather sick and weak

Ooh, I must be ready to drop

Then I saw an old blind man falter

As he stepped down to the kerb

But with the stick held in his hand

He soon found his way about

He's in better shape than me I thought

Of that there can be no doubt.

    
(c)Rhumour Winter 1969