FIRST BUS BUMPY RIDE
Hoot Hoot Hoot
Heavily comes the coach
Madly into the City
All Dust Covered
Dripping the journey to its last
So tiresome a quarter day Drive
Midnight to Dusk
Sleeping half the Journey
Chasing fast the Sunrise
To greet the City Beauty
Bumpy Horrible Ride
In this Dirty Old Big Bus
East to Central a Ride
Is my First Bus
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