A 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 beneath the wheel just like a tortilla

Here comes that bus

Right into your face

Now you're flying

Now you're flying home

We can all climb aboard

The fare is easy to afford when you're dead

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