bright yellow school bus
children waving passing
i'm 65mph; good engine
city must have some spare
high walled highways, nice
soundproofing neighborhood
i drive through this regularly
place where your kids to be
good teachers, finest school
i live far, far down south-side
those were just dream for us
we do pay same; same tax
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