Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard,
  And the place was pretty packed.
  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!
  CHORUS:
  Another one rides the bus-ah.
  Another one rides the bus-ah.
  And another comes on,
  And another comes on.
  Another one rides the bus-ah.
  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.
  Well, 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!
  CHORUS
  Another one rides the bus.
  Another one rides the bus--ow!
  Another one rides the bus--hey, hey!
  Another one rides the bus--hey-y-y-y!
  The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke,
  And my face is turnin' blue.
  I haven't been in a crowd like this
  Since I went to see The Who.
  Well, I should'a got off a couple miles ago,
  But I couldn't get to the door.
  There isn't any room for me to breathe.
  Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah!
  CHORUS