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!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!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.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 thisSince 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!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.