A sucker without a brain
Nothing to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on the 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 meed a dancer
This is one ride where you won't need no transfer
Here comes that bus right into your face