Bozos On The Bus

Bozos On The Bus

President’s got his finger on the trigger
Says: “I’ll show you mine if yours ain’t bigger”
Sometimes I swear it’s all to much
Spare me the details just give me the touch
Pretty girls walking everywhere
With their designer hair
All the boys can’t get enough
Talking big, acting tough

Well. Well…
Why you making such a fuss?
We’re all bozos on this bus

There’s some guy in his elevator shoes
Dying to be front page news
Rich folks still want a break
But they can’t eat what’s on their plate
They want yours, they want mine
Always scheming overtime
People getting in your face
If you don’t stay in your place

Well. Well…
Why you making such a fuss?
We’re all bozos on this bus

Walking out on your best friend
He did you wrong but you don’t know when
He won’t be happy ‘til your on your knees
Life is short then there’s eternity
Don’t ever drink it from a wooden cup
I love you baby but I’m all shook up
Everybody fighting everywhere
Sometimes it seems like they just don’t care

Well. Well…


© 2012 John Pippus