i missed the bus again today
i also missed it yesterday
i missed it going back the other way
i don’t care what you say
the times it comes are wrong
the walk i have is kind of long
good thing my legs are fairly strong
good time to try and sing a song
a plainsong
a folksong
a mournful song
a marching song
as i go along, along
here comes the bus again
but I’m nowhere near the stop
it’s really caught me on the hop
and I’m fit to droop and drop
I hope it’s blasted tires go pop