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.