Bus driver
Bus driver
Hail to bus driver
Bus driver man . . .
. . . who’d put up with us for all of the 280 miles to Ottawa, chauffeured us around the entire week, and only on the long trip home decided to make us a deal: If we could sing full out for the first hour, then we could sing as much as we wanted for the rest of the trip. Otherwise, we’d have to stay quiet.
Oh, it was sad (so sad)
It was sad (so sad)
It was sad in the end; we thought we’d won.
Inspired by the Last Three Trips. AI image from Meta.
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