About the song
The Hollies’ “Bus Stop” is more than just a catchy pop song; it’s a timeless classic that has resonated with audiences for decades. Released in 1966, the track quickly became a chart-topper, reaching No. 5 on both the UK and US charts. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to a combination of factors, including its infectious melody, relatable lyrics, and innovative musical style.
At its core, “Bus Stop” is a simple love song about a chance encounter at a bus stop. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a rainy day and the feelings of longing and attraction that arise between two strangers. However, the song’s true magic lies in its musical arrangement. The Hollies’ harmonies are impeccable, blending seamlessly with the driving rhythm and catchy guitar riff. The sitar-inspired guitar solo adds a unique touch, reflecting the influence of Indian music that was prevalent in popular music at the time.
The song’s songwriting credits are equally impressive. Graham Gouldman, a prolific songwriter who also penned hits for the Yardbirds and Herman’s Hermits, is responsible for the melody and lyrics. Interestingly, the opening lines were inspired by Gouldman’s father, a playwright who suggested the evocative imagery of a “wet day” and a chance meeting at a bus stop. This collaboration between father and son adds a personal touch to the song and highlights the power of family influence.
Over the years, “Bus Stop” has been covered by countless artists, from The Who to The Beach Boys. Its enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal. Whether you’re a fan of classic rock or simply appreciate well-crafted pop music, “Bus Stop” is a song that deserves a place in your collection.
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Lyrics
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