180. No Milk Today by Herman's Hermits

Herman's Hermits - No milk today

I can't mention Bus Stop without talking about Graham Gouldman's other big song of the sixties (although there is more) Sharing a room  with my brother was a good education in music for someone who couldn't afford to buy records. I always associate this song with Sunday mornings sleeping in. The smell of Sunday roast wafting up the hallway. or maybe I'm just imagining that. My brother had a big portable record player. The speakers were in the two lids that clipped on. It was quite brown and decidely ugly. But a record player beside the bed..magic!
Another song I never get sick of by a band which doesn't get much respect these days. But they had more than this brilliant song.

No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlon a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of all my hopes the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today it wasn't always so
The company was gay we turn'd night into day