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 b__ 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
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!

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.

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