Run it like a prison ship,
the bus driver said
as if he had a whip
Been there, seen that
and he's not going
to take any crap
So pull up your pants
I know it's a fashion
but nobody wants
to see your ass
I got the Greyhound bus driver blues
those sunset on Route 66 Flagstaff blues
He got at the wheel shouting orders over the mic
like a prison ship, oh lordy lo, keep your head low
Why you gottta be like that?
The bus driver main ain't nobody
running his deal
on a bad trip
You have drugs,
well, you do them for fun
but the bus driver man
is going to leave you
and he ain't gonna stop
in Cleveland or Idaho
Even if you wave and run
I got the Greyhound bus driver blues
those sunset on Route 66 Flagstaff blues
Flying off the wheel
shouting orders over the mic
like a prison ship, but I an't no psycho
Why you gottta be like that
on the ear blasting device, Oh!
So don't talk back
on the road to Vegas
the bus driver man don't
have no taste for it
and he'll leave you
in Tortilla Flat
You don't wanna
see him coming
You get my grasp?
I got the Greyhound bus driver blues
those sunset on Route 66 Flagstaff blues
the got at the wheel shouting orders over the mic
like a prison ship, oh lordy lo, can I ride my bike
why you gottta be like that?
Love it! Id be a "pre formance" autist ranting poet too Mr. Mythville and you'd be good, very good withall too!
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