| Riding in the bus down the boulevard
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| And the place was pretty packed (Yeah!)
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| Couldn’t find a seat so I had to stand
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| With the perverts in the back
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| It was smelling like a locker room
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| There was junk all over the floor
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| We’re already packed in like sardines
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| But we’re stopping to pick up more, look out
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| Another one rides the bus
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| Another one rides the bus
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| Another comes on and another comes on
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| Another one rides the bus
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| Hey, who’s gonna sit by you
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| Another one rides the bus
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| There’s a suitcase poking me in the ribs
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| There’s an elbow in my ear
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| There’s a smelly old bum standing next to me
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| Hasn’t showered in a year
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| I think I’m missing a contact lens
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| I think my wallet’s gone
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| And I think this bus is stopping again
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| To let a couple more freaks get on look out
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| Another one rides the bus
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| Another one rides the bus ow
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| Another one rides the bus hey hey
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| Another one rides the bus hey-ey-ey-ey ey ey eyyyyyy
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| The window doesn’t open and the fan is broke
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| And my face is turning blue (Yeah)
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| I haven’t been in a crowd like this
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| Since I went to see the Who
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| Well I should’ve got off a couple miles ago
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| But I couldn’t get to the door
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| There isn’t any room for me to breathe
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| And now we’re gonna pick up more yeaaah |