Holy Crap, do you recognize this musician?

He's married.

Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard, 

And the place was pretty packed. 

Couldn't find a seat, so I had to stand, 

With the perverts in the back. 

It was smellin' like a locker room. 

There was junk all over the floor. 

We're already packed in like sardines, 

But we're stoppin' to pick up more. 

Look out! 



Another one rides the bus-ah. 

Another one rides the bus-ah. 

And another comes on, 

And another comes on. 

Another one rides the bus-ah. 

Hey! 

He's gonna sit by you. 

Another one rides the bus. 



There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribs. 

There's an elbow in my ear. 

There's a smelly old bum standin' next to me. 

Hasn't showered in a year. 

Well, I think I'm missin' a contact lens. 

I think my wallet's gone. 

And I think this bus is stoppin' again, 

To let a couple more freaks get on. 

Look out! 



Another one rides the bus-ah. 

Another one rides the bus-ah. 

And another comes on, 

And another comes on. 

Another one rides the bus-ah. 

Hey! 

He's gonna sit by you. 

Another one rides the bus. 



Another one rides the bus. 

Another one rides the bus--ow! 

Another one rides the bus--hey, hey! 

Another one rides the bus--hey-y-y-y! 



The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke, 

And my face is turnin' blue. 

I haven't been in a crowd like this 

Since I went to see The Who. 

Well, I should'a got off a couple miles ago, 

But I couldn't get to the door. 

There isn't any room for me to breathe. 

Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah! 



Another one rides the bus-ah. 

Another one rides the bus-ah. 

And another comes on, 

And another comes on. 

Another one rides the bus-ah. 

Hey! 

He's gonna sit by you. 

Another one rides the bus.

Makeovers = Aniston looking women begging for your hand in marriage.

A good thing? I don't know, I always kind of admired a man who would rock the Brady perm look in this day and age.