Lyrics:
from the sticks
Don’t know what makes them tick
Don’t know what’s next
No work, no play no busman’s holiday
No show, no way out in sight
It just ain’t
killed a bus man
With my bare hands
Busman!
Taking my dough
Your toll is gay
Your toll is gay
Busman vengeance, busman vengeance
Charged me zero (And)
heart
When I'm old and grey and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison,
heart
When I'm old and grey and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison,
When I'm old and grey and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka
heart
When I'm old and grey and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison,
Hey Mr. Busman come and pick me up
I wanna get to school now
And when the bell rings
I have to be in my seat
It's gonna drive me crazy
Buses, Buses
When I'm old and grey and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka
When I'm old and gray and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison, Topeka
heart
When I'm old and grey and settled down
If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town
Then I'll spend my busman's holiday
On the Atchison,
Impala dárda pávián
mangót szív egy barnalány
zsiráf,víziló, szavanna,vudu..busman
Voltam egyszer Dél-Afrikába
Kimentem ot a szavannára
Uniquesoul
BusMan 4.0
My name is Busboy Kyell
My name is Busboy Kyell
My name is Busboy Kyell
My name is Uniquesoul
BusMan 4.0
Laughing
I bet y'all ain't know
What's up yall, this your boy
Uniquesoul aka Busman 4.0
Chilling with my bro
Mzuri King and my boy
Tone Twisted
Aye
Aye
Aye
Yeah I'm back Ninja
With
their eyes on me
Oh your eyes on me yeah
Every week we do the same damn thing
The same damn thing
Moscato, Bacardi
We party like the Weekend
BusMan 4.0 -
found some peace today
It came to me in places
I used to hide away from
A busman's holiday
Of hallmark card epiphanies
Just might be the way
I can relate
the mop?
We can say (ooh-ooh) there’s no way (ooh-ooh)
This’ll be a busman’s holiday.
It’ll be (ooh-ooh) purgatory
While we’re driving them around
of paper mache
Tuesday and Wednesday
Live in Sante Fe
A busman's holiday
I disobey and runaway
On my flayed feet of clay
Nay, no, not today
Go away, grey, go
his rigid old tool,
Till the cream shot out, white and thick.
Chorus
A bus-man named Abner McFuss,
Liked to suck off old men on his bus,
Then go out
rocker,
ez jó szer, ez gyógyszer, ez pomber,
ez meg revolver, game over tróger
Bushnak egyre megy, hogy afgán vagy busman,
te meg egyből
egész nap ezt kellett hallani
Az agyam is elborult
Mert csak egész nap ezt kellett hallani
Voóóó
Talán valahol messze, Busman földön újra, újra,
húsban
felhők hátát pedző búsman
man
But I'ma mind my business i got other plans
I'm bout to pick her up like the busman
Sweep her off her feet like a dustpan
I know she wanna drown
Wind-cloudfull morning
Lands on my tea
Whispering stories
Of birds leaves and twigs
Busman just woke up
From lucid-sense-dreams
There couldn't be
What's up yall
This your boy
UniqueSoul Aka BusMan 4.0
I know yall see me going around here
Acting all crazy and shit sometimes
But I, I got a lot
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