Little In The Way Of Sunshine

I know the drivers by their first names
 It's said they've got me photo in the staff canteen
 I've got a wallchart with all their foibles
 Tony drives the forty-one, no vinegar, just salt
 I was Mr Wet Underpants in eighty-nine
 Titled by accident more than design
 And I'll tell you stuff for nothing
 I'll tell you it for free
 Shawshank Redemption, five quid, HMV
 And there's little in the way of sunshine
 Heading our way
 I'm standing forward of the notice and it all looks
 Decidedly grey
 I had a dream on the fourth of August
 Duff Leg Bryn got on the one-one-three
 A Weimaraner has had me Shorthorn
 Me go Leominster eat dog's heart
 If you look carefully in the background of The Scream
 The couple on the bridge are both Robson Greene
 My happy-go-lucky affectation conceals
 Extraordinary fires, but it still kind of feels
 There's little in the way of sunshine heading our way
 Whilst the vehicle's in motion, the driver's got nothing to say
 I got lost in Newfoundland
 I've got an in-store at Poundland
 I've used all my powdered Peruvian bark
 I woke up this morning but I'm still in the dark
 With little in the way of sunshine
 Nothing in the way of moonshine
 Little in the way of sunshine heading our way