The fists on the bus go round for round.
Riding in the bus down the boulevard
And the place was pretty packed (Yeah!)
Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
It was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We're already packed in like sardines
But we're stopping to pick up more, look out
Another 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
There's a suitcase poking me in the ribs
There's an elbow in my ear
There's a smelly old bum standing next to me
He hasn't showered in a year
Well, I think I'm missing a contact lens
I think my wallet's gone
And I think this bus is stopping again
To let a couple more freaks get on, look out
Another 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
Ow
Yeah
Heh heh heh heh heh heh
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus, ow
Another one rides the bus, hey-hey
Another one rides the bus, hey
The window doesn't open and the fan is broke
And my face is turning blue (Yeah)
I 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 door
There isn't any room for me to breathe
And now we're gonna pick up more, yeah
Another 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
Go, oh
Yeah, yeah