like a deranged bus driver)
Alright you degenerates, pile in! This ain't your grandma's school bus. Hold onto your asses and your lunch!
Verse 1
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
While the driver’s three shots deep and lost downtown.
The wipers on the bus go , flip-flip-flap.
Smearin’ bird shit and last night’s vomit, what a crap,
Wipers go flip-flip-flap!
Chorus
the seats go bounce,
Bounce-bounce, up and down.
Fat guy farted, grandma flinched,
Seats on the bus go boom-boom-bounce!
Verse 2
The suspension on the bus goes thump-jump-thump.
Hittin’ every pothole like it’s personally offended,
Suspension goes thump-jump-CRUMP!
The horn on the bus goes fucking move it,
Fucking move it, fucking move it!
Road rage level: nuclear, middle finger salute it,
Horn on the bus goes fucking move it!
Verse 3
The windows on the bus go fog- fog-fog-stink.
Some dude’s microwaving tuna in the back, I think,
Windows go fog-fog-stink.
The passengers on the bus go yell while the baby’s raisin’ hell.
Karen’s screamin’ ‘bout masks, dude’s blastin’ death metal,
Everybody on the bus lost their damn marbles!
New Verse 4
The doors on the bus go -SLAM, open-shut-SLAM.
Some idiot’s backpack got caught, now he’s stuck like a ham,
Doors on the bus go open-shut-SLAM!
New Verse 5
The bell on the , ding-ding-ding.
But nobody’s gettin’ off ‘cause they’re all fightin’ and shit,
Bell on the bus goes ding-ding-WHAT THE HELL’S THIS?!
New Verse 6 (Extra Wacked-Out)
The phone on the bus goes ring-rant.
Dude’s yellin’ at his ex on speaker, whole bus knows his aunt,
Phone on the bus goes ring-ring-rant!
The exhaust on the bus goes cough-cough-choke,
Black smoke billowin’, everybody startin’ to croak,
Exhaust on the bus goes cough-cough-choke!
New Verse 7
The driver on the bus goes swerve-swear, “I don’t get paid enough for this nightmare!”
He’s eatin’ cold pizza and doin’ 90 in the slow lane,
Driver on the bus just prayin’ for a flat tire.
Chorus (Louder, unhinged)
Boom-boom, the seats up and down.
Somebody puked, the floor’s all sticky now,
Whole damn bus is a clown car breakdown!
Bridge (Pure Chaos)
Backseat’s a poker game turned into a screaming match,
Front seat Karen’s filming TikToks, ready to snatch.
Suspension squeakin’ like it’s about to snap in half,
Next stop: therapy… or the bar, take your pick jackass!
Final Chorus (Total Mayhem)
The wheels on the bus still go round and round,
But the whole bus smells like regret and cheap wine.
Wipers flip, seats boom, suspension jump,
Horn blarin’ fucking move it at every damn bump!
TracyCleveland77
