Dave Dirt was on the 259
(Down Seven Sisters Road it goes),
And since he’d nothing else to do
He stuck his ticket up his nose,
He shoved his pen-top in his ear,
He pulled three hairs out of his head,
He ate a page out of his book,
He held his breath till he went red,
He stuck his tongue out at the queue,
He found a nasty scab to pick,
He burped and blew a raspberry,
He imitated being sick,
He stuck a piece of bubblegum
Inside a dear old lady’s bonnet.
If you should catch the 259,
Make sure that Dave Dirt isn’t on it!