Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard,

And the place was pretty packed.

Couldn't find a seat, so I had to stand,

With the perverts in the back.

It was smellin' like a locker room.

There was junk all over the floor.

We're already packed in like sardines,

But we're stoppin' to pick up more.

Look out!



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Another one rides the bus-ah.

Another one rides the bus-ah.

And another comes on,

And another comes on.

Another one rides the bus-ah.

Hey!

He's gonna sit by you.

Another one rides the bus.



There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribs.

There's an elbow in my ear.

There's a smelly old bum standin' next to me.

Hasn't showered in a year.

Well, I think I'm missin' a contact lens.

I think my wallet's gone.

And I think this bus is stoppin' again,

To let a couple more freaks get on.

Look out!



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Another one rides the bus.

Another one rides the bus--ow!

Another one rides the bus--hey, hey!

Another one rides the bus--hey-y-y-y!



The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke,

And my face is turnin' blue.

I haven't been in a crowd like this

Since I went to see The Who.

Well, I should'a got off a couple miles ago,

But I couldn't get to the door.

There isn't any room for me to breathe.

Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah!



CHORUS