Once up to London I went for the day
Everything there seemed so lively and gay:
I met a fella, a regular swell,
And I was looking so rosy and well.
He said politely “Now don't make a fuss,
We'll take a ride on the top of a bus”
Up came the bus, on the front could be seen
Chalk Farm to Camberwell Green.

Chalk Farm to Camberwell Green, all on a Summer's day;
Up we climbed on the motorbus and it started right away.
When we got to the end of the ride he asked me to go for a walk.
But I wasn't Camberwell green by a very long chalk.

Up on a bus it's so lovely to ride,
Specially if there's a chap at your side.
There we were sitting, it really was grand,
Most of the time he was holding my hand.
He said, “There may be pick-pockets or worse,
So I had better look after your purse.”
But I remembered the words I had seen:
Chalk Farm to Camberwell Green.

Chalk Farm to Camberwell Green, all on a Summer's day;
Up we climbed on the motorbus and it started right away.
When we got to the end of the ride he asked me to go for a walk.
But I wasn't Camberwell green by a very long chalk.

Once we alighted from the top of the bus,
All of the passengers looking at us,
He took my arm and he said with a wink,
“I know a place we could go for a drink.”
He said “Come on, there's no need for concern.”
But it was late and I had to return.
There at the stop a bus could be seen
Chalk Farm to Camberwell Green.

Chalk Farm to Camberwell Green, all on a Summer's day;
Up we climbed on the motorbus and it started right away.
When we got to the end of the ride he asked me to go for a walk.
But I wasn't Camberwell green by a very long chalk.