Dora the Driver

By Ralph McTell

Dora's the driver who drives the school bus
She's a no nonsense lady, no bother, no fuss,
"All right then you lot" she says with a grin
"Behave in the back" and the children pile in.

"Is everyone in, then off we will go
Not very fast but not very slow"
But laughing and shouting and singing inside
The children with Dora to school they will ride.

Wheezing up Tickle Hill
May be hard but oh, the thrill,
A-rolling back down when the lights are green
When school is over the children are free to go playing.

Dora's the driver who drives the school bus
It's a bit old and battered with traces of rust
The bumpers are dented, the paint work is old,
In the summer it's hot, in the winter it's cold.

"The bus is like me" is what Dora says
"It's a bit slower now and it's seen better days
This old bus and me we may not be fast
But who wants to hurry to school, may I ask?" 

Wheezing up Tickle Hill
May be hard but oh, the thrill,
A-rolling back down when the lights are green
When school is over the children are free to go playing.

Dora's the driver who drives the school bus
Wasn't that kind with that picnic for us
And another day's over, another day's gone
The children are singing and she blows the horn.

Wheezing up Tickle Hill
May be hard but oh, the thrill,
A-rolling back down when the lights are green
When school is over the children are free to go playing.