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Swaying madly from side to side He believes he’s on the radio station His eyes all bulbous and wide Playing songs to please the nation From Elvis to Black lace As a smile spreads across his face In his mind he’s Tony Blackburn And Scott Mills rolled into one As sweat drips down his solitary sideburn Cause the other side is completely gone Next up its the Rolling Stones Through his imaginary headphones Now comes the weather report Sun with patchy rain A quick update on the sport Raducanu has lost again Then he utters goodbye Clutching his bag close to his thigh In the bus stop he then squats Before searching through a bin Tying his beard into knots He scratches his aching shin As the doors open again without fuss Lets re-welcome the DJ on the bus
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Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
The DJ on the bus
Swaying madly from side to side He believes he’s on the radio station His eyes all bulbous and wide Playing songs to please the nation From Elvis to Black lace As a smile spreads across his face In his mind he’s Tony Blackburn And Scott Mills rolled into one As sweat drips down his solitary sideburn Cause the other side is completely gone Next up its the Rolling Stones Through his imaginary headphones Now comes the weather report Sun with patchy rain A quick update on the sport Raducanu has lost again Then he utters goodbye Clutching his bag close to his thigh In the bus stop he then squats Before searching through a bin Tying his beard into knots He scratches his aching shin As the doors open again without fuss Lets re-welcome the DJ on the bus
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Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
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