Numbers (Travelling Band) - Alan Hull, Ray Jackson, Ken Craddock

Playing dominos on the big coach, sometimes winning or losing

Playing darts in the bar room, in between the boozing

And later on the stage, playing music from a dream

It’s one for the travelling man, two for what he’s seen

Later at the reception, pressmen and their wives

Yes-men with their suggestions, well-whishers with their lies

Me I’m getting drunker, by the minute let it roll

It’s three for the company man, four for his soul

Later on in the hotel room, playing cards until the dawn

Others just conversating, I suppose they were having fun

And crashing to their bedrooms, legless one by one

It’s five for the cold morning light, sixteen for the sun

Back on the big coach in the morning, head full of pain

Sleepy eyes still yawning, yes we’re back on the road again

Sometimes make me wonder what we’ll be like at the end

It’s seven for the travelling band, eight for doing it all again

Nine for the travelling band, ten for doing it all again