“Bus Stop” is a hit song by the British rock band The Hollies, released in 1966. The song is known for its catchy melody, clever lyrics, and distinctive harmonies, making it one of the band’s most popular tracks.

About The Song

The lyrics of “Bus Stop” tell a charming story of a romance that begins at a bus stop. The narrator describes how he meets a girl while waiting for the bus and how their relationship blossoms over time. The chorus reflects the progression of their relationship, emphasizing how their shared moments at the bus stop eventually lead to love and commitment.

Musically, “Bus Stop” features a jangly guitar riff, a steady rhythm, and the signature harmonized vocals of The Hollies. The song’s arrangement is upbeat and melodic, with a pop sensibility that captures the sound of the mid-1960s British Invasion.

“Bus Stop” was a commercial success, reaching the top 5 on the UK Singles Chart and the Billboard Hot 100 in the United States. It remains one of The Hollies’ most enduring songs, celebrated for its storytelling, melodic appeal, and the band’s tight vocal harmonies. The song’s lighthearted narrative and memorable tune have made it a classic in the band’s repertoire and a favorite among fans of 1960s pop and rock music.

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Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say
“Please, share my umbrella”
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer, we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
And that umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
Every mornin’, I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she’d shopped and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
That’s the way the whole thing started
Silly but it’s true
Thinkin’ of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun, the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow
Every mornin’, I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she’d shopped and she would show me what she bought
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
On bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say
“Please, share my umbrella”
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer, we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine