Number Thirty-Seven

1) Wailing Marvin's proud of his dark skin now You see him glistening on the factory floor Being black he knows is no sin now But being white ... he's not so sure Every day he catch the bus from Brixton To his home down in Peckham Rye He knows Jah has almighty wisdom But still he wonders why He's Riding on the Number 37 Riding on that number Riding on the Number 37 Riding on that number 2) Little Edith she's a bus conductress She's light and breezy as she clips the fare And though her body's aching for a rest She don't seem to have no care Outside the sky is raining The West Indies seem so far She knows it's no use complaining About the way things are Cos she's Riding on the Number 37 Riding on that number Riding on the Number 37 Riding on that number 3) Outside there's a young man running He yells out "Stop this bus!" He climbs on board his face is bloody And Edith says "You're safe with us" On the top deck it's like Jamaica As we're all moving to that Reggae beat Marvin says "Can I see you later?" And Edith says "You know you got some cheek" Can't you see I'm riding on the Number 37 Riding on that number I'm riding on the Number 37 Riding on that number