To Kathmandu by bus

But midnight whilst still on the way

We stopped without a fuss.

It had been quite a bumpy ride

Through places without names

The seating wasn't very wide

No sleep, it was a shame.

Half day upon this bus we are

Frying in the heat,

This is no delux bus by far

It is a lying cheat.

Another bus soon coming here,

Well that is what we're told,

Exactly when is not made clear,

No Indian is that bold.

Then still we're waiting on the bus,

Later on that day,

A Foreign girl invited us

To come along and pray.

"We'll do some prayers and puja chants

And maybe sing a song,

If that don't work we'll maybe dance

And bus will come along."

The bus to Kathmandu we think

Will much improve our mood,

And on the way, perhaps a drink,

And then a plate of food.

"Oh bus! Oh bus! Show us your magic!

Come and save this day,

For this trip we're on's become quite tragic..."

Oh! Now we're on our way!