Ridin in a bus down the boulevard,
And the place was pretty packed.
Couldnt 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.
Were already packed in like sardines,
But were 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!
Hes gonna sit by you.
Another one rides the bus.
Theres a suitcase pokin me in the ribs.
Theres an elbow in my ear.
Theres a smelly old bum standin next to me.
Hasnt showered in a year.
Well, I think Im missin a contact lens.
I think my wallets 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!
Hes 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 doesnt open, and the fan is broke,
And my face is turnin blue.
I havent been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see The Who.
Well, I shoulda got off a couple miles ago,
But I couldnt get to the door.
There isnt any room for me to breathe.
Now were 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!
Hes gonna sit by you.
Another one rides the bus.