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

when we´re dead we can all climb aboard

the fare is easy to afford
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