All across this nation, the wheel on the bus go round. Children loading buses, just listen to the sounds. They get up every morning and step into the dawn. Sleep still matted in their eyes and on their face a yawn. The wheels go round and round.
Children huddle, beneath street lights.
While the wheels go round and round The old folks say that they remember when, schools were down the street. They could walk to school and helped out, and the cycle was complete. But the ones that held the power, they didn't want to share. Now the wheels on the bus go round and round Round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round.