Number Thirty-Seven Songtext
von Wayne Gillespie

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