A sucker without a brain
Nothing to do again
Step into the street
Like a man on a flying trapeze
Here comes that bus right into your face
Now you're flying, now you're flying home

Isn't just like a dream?
People and sirens 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

And after you die, of course
There's a bus in the afterlife
When you die, you're riding
That bus in the sky, take a ride

We can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford... when you're dead
Yeah, sometimes you meet a dancer
But this is one ride where you won't need a transfer
Here comes that bus right into your...