The Charabanc Trip
Ivor Biggun Lyrics


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"'The Charabanc Trip' by Ivor Biggun accompanied by Robin Langridge, aged 14, at the piano forte.
Music maestro please!"

On the map of North Notts you'll find Worksop
Where I lived when I was a lad
In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
One brother, a budgie, and Dad
At the end of our street was a boozer
black as stout, uninviting and glum
A den of depravity, it stank like a lavatory
Where me Dad went to hide from me Mum

At the end of the bar in a bottle
Every week half a dollar he'd slip
For the annual treat when the kids in the street
Went to coast on a charabanc trip

We'd set off in morning from Worksop
En route for Sutton-on-Sea
With the Holiday Club, them as paid up their sub
Half the street and my brother and me

There was old Mrs. Brough from the tripe shop
Big soft Doris, her two little lasses
And her sister Helen with a bust like two melons
And a face like an arse'ole with glasses

There was Perfumed Gordon the hairdresser
And nobody did make it clear
Why a rude boy called Taylor
Cried out "Hello Sailor"
And something about ginger beer

There was Desperate Derek, his brother Big Eric
And Basher and Masher and Butch
And Lil' who was willing for only a shilling
Which was still about ten pence too much

There was Mavis who wouldn't
'Cause her mum said she shouldn't
There was Neville who wished that he could
And then there was Heather who said that she'd never
But looked like she probably would!

Well my Dad took a crate of ale with him
Intending to travel in style
Charabanc did 25 miles to the gallon
My Dad did half pint to the mile

Rain were chucking it down leaving Worksop
Through North Notts it did not desist
There were cows with bronchitis and wet sheep to invite us
When Lincolnshire loomed up through t' mist

Rain slacked off soon to a medium monsoon
And the day didn't look such a black 'un
When the driver called Reg pulled up by a hedge
And we all made a dash for the bracken

Dad rushed to a tree and said "excuse me"
And right there one penny he spent it
He said, "Ain't it queer, one thing about beer
You don't really buy it, you rent it"

Well this idyllic scene mid the nettles and steam
Was soon torn by my brother's plaintive cries
The poor little nipper caught his dong in his zipper
He was dancing with tears in his eyes

Then back on t' coach off to Sutton
We got there, 'ee weather were grand
And we gazed on the sea, cold, the colour of tea
And smelt candyfloss, dodgems and sand

There were shops full of rock
There were hats with rude slogans
There was music and cries of hilarity
There were games on the sands, there were jellied-eel stands
And souvenir shops packed with vulgarity

My brother ran down to the ocean
His intention the water to reach
For his foot he just thrust in something disgusting
A donkey had left on the beach

The sea was as cold as a polar bear's dick
We watched Punch kill the crocodile dead
And after throwing some sand at Salvation Army band
We went off to the funfair instead

There was a ride called The Comet made you scream, faint and vomit
Half deafening you hung upside down
And the last bit, a spinner, brought up rest of yer dinner
Not bad, you know, for just half a crown

There were post cards with fat women, nudists and Scotsmen
Honeymooners and dirty week-enders
And in a machine what the butler had seen
Dimly flickered about in suspenders

We ate cockles and whelks and big winkles
Soggy chips, toffee apples like glue
The hot dogs were funny 'uns like something rude wrapped in onions
But we ate them, and pease pudding too

Then we went on to dodgems and waltzer
And big dipper that rises and falls
It was on this machine that my brother turned green
And his eyes stood out like bulldog's balls

The poor little chap he was sick in his cap
It was his best 'un, he started to cry
So not wishing to spoil it we swilled it in toilet
And he wore it until it was dry

The driver found us and said "Back to the bus"
Through the dark we ran back the whole way
Candyfloss in our hair, but we didn't care
Eee we'd had such a wonderful day

And with charabanc firing on several cylinders
We set off for Worksop and home
Rattling down the highway singing songs of Max Bygraves
Accompanied on paper and comb

In the dim orange glow of the coachlight, so low
Courting couples were billing and cooing
Hoping, perhaps, that the coats in their laps
Would conceal the rude things they were doing

We pulled up in our street about half past eleven
There was Mam, there was Granny & all
They gazed in admiration at the plaster alsatian
We'd won for 'em at coconut stall

I drank up my Cocoa, I ate up my sandwich
And soon up in bed I was curled
I was dreaming a dream I was leading the team
On first charabanc trip around world

Eee those things that I did when I was a kid
Although they were simple and small
Now I've grown up I find I look back in my mind
I'm sure they were best times of all

'Cause I've been to Majorca, and by that's a corker
I've been to Pompeii and Herico-alanium
The French Riviera, where the ladies are barer
I've even paddled in Meditter-anium

I've drunk various vinos in Torremolinos
But of all these I'll tell you for free




There's none can compete with that charabanc treat
With me brother to Sutton-on-Sea

Overall Meaning

"The Charabanc Trip" by Ivor Biggun is a nostalgic and humorous song that tells the story of a childhood trip to the seaside in the form of a spoken-word poem set to music. The song is rich in detail and paints a vivid picture of the singer's working-class upbringing and the characters he encountered on the charabanc trip. The journey starts in Worksop, a town in North Nottinghamshire where the singer grew up in a house with his family, including his dad who regularly went to the boozer at the end of the street. The highlight of the year was the charabanc trip, which took them to Sutton-on-Sea. Accompanied by his brother and half the street, they encountered various characters, including old Mrs. Brough, big soft Doris, Hairdresser Perfumed Gordon, and Lil' who was willing for only a shilling. The lyrics also mention incidents like the poor little nipper catching his dong in his zipper, the smell of candyfloss, and Punch killing the crocodile dead.


The song is a celebration of an earlier, simpler time and the simple pleasures that made childhood so special. It's a reflection on the joys of growing up and how these memories can stay with us for a lifetime. The song is also a testament to the power of music to transport us back to a specific moment in time and make us feel like we're right there again.


Line by Line Meaning

On the map of North Notts you'll find Worksop
Worksop is a location in North Nottinghamshire


Where I lived when I was a lad
I lived in Worksop when I was young


In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
I lived in a house with my mother, two sisters, and grandmother


One brother, a budgie, and Dad
I also had one brother, a pet budgie, and my dad lived with us


At the end of our street was a boozer
There was a pub at the end of our street


black as stout, uninviting and glum
The pub had a dark and unwelcoming appearance


A den of depravity, it stank like a lavatory
The pub was known for being a place of immoral behavior and had a foul odor


Where me Dad went to hide from me Mum
My dad would go to the pub to escape from my mom


At the end of the bar in a bottle
My dad would sit at the end of the bar and drink from a bottle


Every week half a dollar he'd slip
Every week, my dad would give half a dollar as a tip


For the annual treat when the kids in the street
This money was saved for a yearly treat


Went to coast on a charabanc trip
We would go on a trip to the coast in a charabanc


We'd set off in morning from Worksop
We would leave Worksop in the morning


En route for Sutton-on-Sea
Our destination was Sutton-on-Sea


With the Holiday Club, them as paid up their sub
Those who were part of the Holiday Club and had paid their subscription fee joined us


Half the street and my brother and me
Half of the street's residents, along with my brother and me, went on the trip


There was old Mrs. Brough from the tripe shop
Mrs. Brough from the tripe shop joined us


Big soft Doris, her two little lasses
Doris and her two daughters, who were rather soft, also joined


And her sister Helen with a bust like two melons
Helen, Doris's sister, had a large bust


And a face like an arse'ole with glasses
Helen had a peculiar-looking face and wore glasses


There was Perfumed Gordon the hairdresser
Gordon, the hairdresser who liked to wear perfume, was there


And nobody did make it clear
It was unclear why


Why a rude boy called Taylor
A rude boy named Taylor


Cried out 'Hello Sailor'
Shouted 'Hello Sailor'


And something about ginger beer
And mentioned something about ginger beer


There was Desperate Derek, his brother Big Eric
Desperate Derek and his brother, Big Eric, were also on the trip


And Basher and Masher and Butch
Basher, Masher, and Butch were present too


And Lil' who was willing for only a shilling
Lil' was willing to go on the trip for only a shilling


Which was still about ten pence too much
Although it was a reasonable price, Lil' still thought it was a little expensive


There was Mavis who wouldn't
Mavis was reluctant to join


'Cause her mum said she shouldn't
Her mother advised against it


There was Neville who wished that he could
Neville wished he could go on the trip


And then there was Heather who said that she'd never
Heather claimed that she would never go on the trip


But looked like she probably would!
Despite her words, it seemed likely that she would eventually go


Well my Dad took a crate of ale with him
My dad brought a crate of beer with him


Intending to travel in style
He wanted to travel with comfort and enjoy himself


Charabanc did 25 miles to the gallon
The charabanc we traveled in had a fuel efficiency of 25 miles per gallon


My Dad did half pint to the mile
However, my dad drank half a pint of beer for every mile we traveled


Rain were chucking it down leaving Worksop
It was raining heavily as we left Worksop


Through North Notts it did not desist
The rain continued throughout North Nottinghamshire


There were cows with bronchitis and wet sheep to invite us
We passed by cows with bronchitis and soaked sheep, which added to the gloomy atmosphere


When Lincolnshire loomed up through t' mist
As we approached Lincolnshire, it appeared out of the mist


Rain slacked off soon to a medium monsoon
The rain eventually decreased to a moderate level


And the day didn't look such a black 'un
The day didn't seem as gloomy as before


When the driver called Reg pulled up by a hedge
Our driver, named Reg, stopped the charabanc by a hedge


And we all made a dash for the bracken
We hurriedly ran toward the bracken


Dad rushed to a tree and said 'excuse me'
My dad quickly went behind a tree and said 'excuse me'


And right there one penny he spent it
He used a penny to relieve himself


He said, 'Ain't it queer, one thing about beer
He remarked, 'Isn't it strange, one thing about beer


You don't really buy it, you rent it'
You don't truly own beer, you just borrow its effects


Well this idyllic scene mid the nettles and steam
In this picturesque setting amidst the nettles and mist


Was soon torn by my brother's plaintive cries
My brother's cries quickly disrupted the peace


The poor little nipper caught his dong in his zipper
My poor brother accidentally got his genitalia caught in his zipper


He was dancing with tears in his eyes
He was writhing and crying due to the pain


Then back on t' coach off to Sutton
We got back on the coach and continued our journey to Sutton


We got there, 'ee weather were grand
When we arrived, the weather was great


And we gazed on the sea, cold, the colour of tea
We admired the cold, tea-colored sea


And smelt candyfloss, dodgems and sand
We could smell the aroma of candyfloss, the excitement of the dodgems, and the sandy beach


There were shops full of rock
The shops were filled with rock candy


There were hats with rude slogans
There were hats with offensive phrases written on them


There was music and cries of hilarity
There was lively music and joyful laughter


There were games on the sands, there were jellied-eel stands
We played games on the beach, and there were also stalls selling jellied eels


And souvenir shops packed with vulgarity
The souvenir shops were filled with tasteless and vulgar items


My brother ran down to the ocean
My brother ran toward the ocean


His intention the water to reach
He wanted to touch the water


For his foot he just thrust in something disgusting
However, he stepped in something disgusting


A donkey had left on the beach
A donkey had left its droppings on the beach


The sea was as cold as a polar bear's dick
The sea was extremly cold


We watched Punch kill the crocodile dead
We observed a Punch and Judy show where Punch defeated a crocodile


And after throwing some sand at Salvation Army band
We playfully threw sand at the Salvation Army band


We went off to the funfair instead
We decided to go to the funfair instead


There was a ride called The Comet made you scream, faint and vomit
There was a thrilling ride named The Comet that would make you scream, faint, and even vomit


Half deafening you hung upside down
The ride was so loud that it made your ears ring, and it would briefly suspend you upside down


And the last bit, a spinner, brought up rest of yer dinner
The final part of the ride, a spinning section, would bring up any remnants of your meal


Not bad, you know, for just half a crown
Considering the cost was just half a crown, it was quite an experience


There were post cards with fat women, nudists and Scotsmen
Postcards featuring overweight women, nudists, and Scotsmen were available


Honeymooners and dirty week-enders
There were also postcards for honeymooners and people looking for a risqué weekend


And in a machine what the butler had seen
There was also a machine showing images that were typically seen by a butler


Dimly flickered about in suspenders
These images were slightly blurry and featured people in suspender belts


We ate cockles and whelks and big winkles
We enjoyed eating cockles, whelks, and large winkles


Soggy chips, toffee apples like glue
We also had damp chips and sticky toffee apples


The hot dogs were funny 'uns like something rude wrapped in onions
The hot dogs were peculiar, almost resembling something obscene, and were topped with onions


But we ate them, and pease pudding too
Nevertheless, we still consumed them, along with pease pudding


Then we went on to dodgems and waltzer
Next, we rode the dodgems and waltzer


And big dipper that rises and falls
We also experienced the big dipper, a roller coaster that goes up and down


It was on this machine that my brother turned green
During the ride, my brother became nauseous and turned pale


And his eyes stood out like bulldog's balls
His eyes bulged out, resembling the testicles of a bulldog


The poor little chap he was sick in his cap
Unfortunately, my poor brother vomited inside his cap


It was his best 'un, he started to cry
It was his favorite cap, so he began to cry


So not wishing to spoil it we swilled it in toilet
To preserve the cap, we rinsed it in the toilet


And he wore it until it was dry
He wore the cap until it had dried


The driver found us and said 'Back to the bus'
Our driver discovered us and instructed us to return to the bus


Through the dark we ran back the whole way
We hurried back to the bus in the darkness


Candyfloss in our hair, but we didn't care
We had strands of candyfloss in our hair, but we didn't mind


Eee we'd had such a wonderful day
Oh, what a fantastic day we had


And with charabanc firing on several cylinders
The charabanc was running on multiple cylinders


We set off for Worksop and home
We began our journey back to Worksop and our respective homes


Rattling down the highway singing songs of Max Bygraves
As we drove along the road, we sang songs by Max Bygraves


Accompanied on paper and comb
We accompanied ourselves with a paper and comb instrument


In the dim orange glow of the coachlight, so low
In the dim, low orange light of the coachlight


Courting couples were billing and cooing
Couples in romantic relationships were whispering sweet nothings


Hoping, perhaps, that the coats in their laps
They were possibly hoping that their coats would conceal their actions


Would conceal the rude things they were doing
They hoped their coats would hide their lewd behavior


We pulled up in our street about half past eleven
We arrived back in our street at approximately half past eleven


There was Mam, there was Granny & all
My mother and grandmother were waiting for us


They gazed in admiration at the plaster alsatian
They admired the plaster alsatian dog that we had won for them at a coconut stall


I drank up my Cocoa, I ate up my sandwich
I finished drinking my cocoa and eating my sandwich


And soon up in bed I was curled
I quickly climbed into bed and curled up


I was dreaming a dream I was leading the team
I dreamt of leading a team somewhere


On first charabanc trip around world
On our first charabanc trip around the world


Eee those things that I did when I was a kid
Oh, the things I used to do when I was a child


Although they were simple and small
Even though they were simple and insignificant


Now I've grown up I find I look back in my mind
As I've grown older, I often reminisce


I'm sure they were best times of all
I believe those were the best times of my life


'Cause I've been to Majorca, and by that's a corker
Because I've traveled to Majorca, and let me tell you, it was fantastic


I've been to Pompeii and Herico-alanium
I've been to Pompeii and Hericulum


The French Riviera, where the ladies are barer
I've visited the French Riviera, where the women are more scantily clad


I've even paddled in Meditter-anium
I've even dipped my toes in the Mediterranean Sea


I've drunk various vinos in Torremolinos
I've sampled different wines in Torremolinos


But of all these I'll tell you for free
But let me tell you, out of all those experiences


There's none can compete with that charabanc treat
None of those experiences can compare to the joy of the charabanc trip


With me brother to Sutton-on-Sea
Especially when I was with my brother in Sutton-on-Sea




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: IVOR BIGGUN

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