  Ridin' in a bus down the boulevardAnd the place was pretty packedCouldn't find a seat so I had to standWith the perverts in the backIt was smellin' like a locker roomThere was junk all over the floorWe're already packed in like sardinesBut we're stoppin' to pick up more Look outAnother one rides the busAnother one rides the busAnd another comes on And another comes onAnother one rides the bus Hey He's gonna sit by youAnother one rides the bus There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribsThere's an elbow in my ear There's a smelly old bum standin' next to meHasn't showered in a year Well,
 I think I'm missin' a contact lensI think my wallet's gone And I think this bus is stoppin' againTo let a couple more freaks get on Look outAnother one rides the busAnother one rides the bus And another comes onAnd another comes onAnother one rides the bus HeyHe's gonna sit by youAnother one rides the bus YeahAnother one rides the busAnother one rides the bus,
 ow Another one rides the bus,  hey,  heyAnother one rides the bus,  heyThe window doesn't open,  and the fan is brokeAnd my face is turnin' blueI haven't been in a crowd like this Since I went to see The Who Well,
 I should've got off a couple miles ago But I couldn't get to the doorThere isn't any room for me to breathe Now we're gonna pick up more,  yeahAnother one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus No No Huh?  Yeah Yeah 
