On The Bus

Why do all the rude boys on the bus
Find it fun to make a fuss of anyone
A little bit dissimilar
Why can’t they just leave us all alone
And allow each to their own devices
Even if they’re unfamiliar to you
And they say, why’d you wanna dress like that, son
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that’s alright with you
I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)
You sit there with your music blaring out
So you have to scream and shout so loud
Why’re you so busy hating
A little old lady sits in front of you
Why’re you busy screaming black and blue
It’s really intimidating for her
And they say, why’d you wanna dress like that, son
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that’s alright with you
I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)
There’s a fire inside you kindly put it out
Kindly put it out (x2)
You always claim we’re disrespecting you
As if you’re generous with you’re RESP-ECT for us
It’s something you neglect
Why can’t all the good folk make a stand
And bring an end to all their happy slaps
They can be the treason, we’ll be the love attract
And they say, why’d you wanna dress like that, son
I say, I just wanna have some fun if that’s alright with you
I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)
(And they say, why do you wanna dress like that, son
And I say leave me alone, why can’t you leave me alone) (x2)