Ridin\' in a bus down the boulevard,
And the place was pretty packed.
Couldn\'t find a seat, so I had to stand,
With the perverts in the back.
It was smellin\' like a locker room.
There was junk all over the floor.
We\'re already packed in like sardines,
But we\'re stoppin\' to pick up more.
Look out!

Another one rides the bus-ah.
Another one rides the bus-ah.
And another comes on,
And another comes on.
Another one rides the bus-ah.
Hey!
He\'s gonna sit by you.
Another one rides the bus.

There\'s a suitcase pokin\' me in the ribs.
There\'s an elbow in my ear.
There\'s a smelly old bum standin\' next to me.
Hasn\'t showered in a year.
Well, I think I\'m missin\' a contact lens.
I think my wallet\'s gone.
And I think this bus is stoppin\' again,
To let a couple more freaks get on.
Look out!

Another one rides the bus-ah.
Another one rides the bus-ah.
And another comes on,
And another comes on.
Another one rides the bus-ah.
Hey!
He\'s gonna sit by you.
Another one rides the bus.

Another one rides the bus.
Another one rides the bus--ow!
Another one rides the bus--hey, hey!
Another one rides the bus--hey-y-y-y!

The window doesn\'t open, and the fan is broke,
And my face is turnin\' blue.
I haven\'t been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see The Who.
Well, I should\'a got off a couple miles ago,
But I couldn\'t get to the door.
There isn\'t any room for me to breathe.
Now we\'re gonna pick up more, yeah!

Another one rides the bus-ah.
Another one rides the bus-ah.
And another comes on,
And another comes on.
Another one rides the bus-ah.
Hey!
He\'s gonna sit by you.
Another one rides the bus.