A sucker without a brain
Nothin' to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on a flying trapeze
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home
Isn't it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve but he just didn't see ya
Now you're buried 'neath the wheel just like a tortilla
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home
We can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford when you're dead
Sometimes you meet a fireman
Sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you won't need no transfer
Here comes that bus
Right into your face
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