The crazy bus driver

A hardened survivor

Became a great artist

And came on apace

He started doing crashes

To entertain passengers

It didn't hurt when he

Smashed up his face

But only a has-been

Goes through the window

He's got more talent

And he's got more tact

He fought free from learning

Taught himself nothing

The original autodidact

And years in the ghetto

Hardened his mettle

Put dents in his fenders

But never his pride

And now when he kills you

It really thrills you

The critics are calling it

"Passengercide"

At Waterloo Station

His big installation

Stopped traffic

A flaming success

And his intervention

At Dalston Junction

Created triumphant distress

And now he's got chops to

Compare with Tsaikovsky's

His Nutcracker Crash

Was the best of the worst

That crazy bus driver

Original thinker

A mere child could do it

But he did it first

His interrogation

Of driver frustration

Incisive and cutting

A master stroke

Those willing to listen

Heard the capitalist system

Come crashing system

In wreckage and smoke

He finds inspiration

Where you least expect it

Takes cliches and throws them all

Into reverse

That crazy bus driver

That difficult rider

The best of the best and

The worst of the worst

The crazy bus driver

Destroyed all his rivals

When they climbed aboard his

Opus 53

They were screaming in terror

But not the bus driver

That great artist

Died in his sleep