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 buried 'neath the wheel. just like a tortilla. here comes that bus. right into your face. now you're flying. now you're flying home. when we're dead we can all climb aboard. the fare is easy to afford. 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.