(Chet Zeshonski)
I don't need no directions -
I drive a bus, that means I rule the road...
And if you try and get into my lane,
I'm gonna make you taste some of the pain
Those sixth-graders drove me all insane,
And all I got was this gold-plated watch.
I don't understand the fussin'...
Bussin' never used to attract a crowd
But then I went and mounted up the guns,
And started pickin' off the little ones,
And now that I'm having so much fun,
I don't know if I can hit the brakes...
Get out of the way!
Here I come! Get out of the way!
Or there's gonna be hell to pay!
Here I come! Get out of the way...
TWENTY THOUSAND - pounds of death tearin' up the road...
ASSAULT WEAPONS - front-mounted, lock-n-load!
HEAR IT, FEAR IT - it's comin' for you, ya better say yer prayers...
IT'S THE BUS OF DEATH!
Twenty-five years of service -
Those kids drove me gray before my time...
Forty miles per hour doesn't apply -
I think it's time to watch the kiddies die!
Faster I hit 'em, the further I watch 'em fly -
But please don't dent my fenders...
Get out of the way!
Here I come! Get out of the way!
Or there's gonna be hell to pay!
Here I come! Get out of the way...
TWENTY THOUSAND - pounds of death tearin' up the road...
ASSAULT WEAPONS - automatic lock-n-load!
SCORE TO SETTLE - too much gum left under the seats...
IT'S THE BUS OF...
DEATH!!!...
People are burning, cars overturning -
Students are learning as the Bus rages on
As the engines of terror rev higher and higher,
You can feel the fires of Hell burning strong...
Parents are angry - who is to blame?
If we taught our kids manners, would he have gone insane?
Nothing to do but head for the shore
As they call up the Coast Guard and gear up for war...
(and some Skittles)
Hear the noise - rattling 'round the bend
It's alive - HERE IT COMES AGAIN!!!
Get out of the way!
Here it comes! Get out of the way!
Or there's gonna be MORE than hell to pay!
Hey, kiddies - who wants a ride today?...