Another One Rides the Bus

• “Weird Al” Yankovic

Ridin’ 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 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!

Another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus

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 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

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!

Yeah, another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus ow!

Another one rides the bus, hey-hey

Another one rides the bus, hey-hey-hey

The window doesn’t open and the fan is broke

And my face is turnin’ 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