Verse
G D G C
Sunday Service, Hengistbury Head
G D G C
Down the One Stop when you’re usually in bed
G D G C
Desolate bus like machine room spray abandons us and
G D G
Thelma walks the dog and
C G
Lotty braves the fog and
[Verse 2]
G D G C
Litter here blows in from some where every year and
G D G C
High tide is six month long and five miles wide
G D G C
And the surf shack sells you rain Macs and
G D G C
You can brave the weather or your money back and
G D
You can ruin your clothes
[Verse 3]
G C
Or raindrops on your nose
C
Or wait here at the terminus
Bm
The Sunday evenings omnibus
Am
Brookside or an ambulance
G
Repossessed or recompensed
C
Common ground on common sense
[Verse 4]
Bm
Intended for the most intense
Am
Weekends are a weak defence
G
And bus rides here are sixty pence
C G
Oh Oh…. And repeat to fade