I dance with the bus
Each turn, each curve
Each jolt, each thrust
I dance with the bus
I dance with the bus
On way to school, or off to work
We synchronize each lurch and jerk
I dance with the bus
I dance with the bus
I stand, gripping pole, transfer in hand
Rubber nooses hang, un-manned
I dance with the bus
I dance with the bus
I wait, for the trusty ninety-eight
Each day it comes three minutes late
I dance with the bus
