Why schedule the bus
When it can’t keep the pace
It is causing quite a fuss
I wish I had some mace.
These people have gone wild
They’re making an awful din
That’s putting it quite mild
I can’t believe the mess I’m in.
The pushing has just started
Now I’m bouncing all around
All sense of restraint discarded
I hope I'm not knocked down.
Now someone’s thrown a punch
And it’s landed upon my face
The impact ended with a crunch
So my eyes rolled up in space.
I’m a victim of this ugly fight
Which did not have to happen
I’d of made it home tonight
If the driver wasn’t napp’in!
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