Froggy Missed the Bus

Was meant to get off back there,

la.

Pressed the button and everythin'.

Driver just carried on.

Couldn't believe me little frog eyes.

...ribbit.

Sat on the bus,

quite happy, me, little bit damp,

about half past three.

Window all steamed, couldn't see the road,

next thing I know— I've missed me abode.

I says, "Driver! That was me pond!" He goes,

"Next stop, mate." Next stop?!

Lad...

I've got a FAMILY.

Stepped off the bus in a place unknown,

six hundred metres away from me home.

No lily pads. No familiar flies.

Just a big roundabout

and threatening skies.

Me ma always said,

"Don't wander too far."

Now there I was...

by a different Spar.

So far from me pond...

So far from me pond...

Ribbit...

la...

ONE STOP PAST ME POOOOOND!

(ribbit la!) HOW WILL I GET HOME?!

LITTLE GREEN LAD IN THE WORLD ALONE!

RIBBIT LA!

RIBBIT LA! SIX HUNDRED METRES FROM EVERYTHIN' I KNOW!

Rang me mate Terry.

Said,

"Terry, lad.

I've ended up...

elsewhere." He goes,

"Where?" I told him.

There was a pause.

Then he goes, "That's literally round the corner,

you dickhead." That's not the point,

Terry. It's the principle.

Started walkin'.

Rain on me face.

Little webbed feet

keeping up the pace.

Passed a chippy.

Knew that chippy.

Hang on... I know that wall.

Is that— That's me fuckin' pond!

Never doubted meself.

Not once.

Natural navigator, me.

WHERE'S HE GOIN'? (HOME,

LA!) WHO'S GOIN'? (FROG,

LA!) HOW FAR?! NOT VERY FAR,

ACTUALLY!

RIBBIT! RIBBIT! RIBBIT! LAAAAAAAA!

I'M BACK AT ME POOOOOND!

BACK WHERE I BELONG!

SIX HUNDRED METRES!

WHAT A JOURNEY I'VE BEEN ON!

RIBBIT LA! RIBBIT LA!

MERSEYSIDE SURVIVOR! RIBBIT LA!

RIBBIT LA! GET THAT FROG A DRIVER!

Anyway... Turns out there was another bus

two minutes later.

Didn't see it. ...sound.

Ribbit.