The bus

Waiting for the bus to come

Slipping on my feet

Somewhere there is a place

Where there are flowers in the street

 

Waiting for the bus to come

Staring at the sky

Watching, waiting,

As the lion flies by.

 

Waiting for the bus to come

Taking another toke

A naked man sits beside me

Tells me he’s broke

 

Waiting for the bus to come

What is going though my mind?

As I’m watching these people

Do it from behind.

 

Waiting for the bus to come

Its beginning to get bizarre

When a large turkey pulls up

In a very rare, expensive car.

 

The bus is here

And I’m sad to say

It’s full of normal people

And I have to stay.