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Yankovic Weird Al Weird Al Yankovic Another One Rides The Bus 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! CHORUS: 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! CHORUS 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! CHORUS |
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