Sitting up straight on the back of a bus
Mimiking time as evening turns to dusk
Well, look at the boy with the face on the floor
I have a little smoke to pass the time of day
Oh yeah, oh yeah
He's like me, he would do anything to get away
I know, can you believe it everyday
I know I can't believe in you
It means everything and every pound of me
Sitting up straight on the back of a bus
Mimiking time as evening turns to dusk
Well, look at the boy with the face on the floor
Have a little smoke to pass the time of day, hehe, hehe
He's like me, he would do anything to get away
I know, can you believe it everyday
I know I can't believe in you
It means everything and every pound of me
Stand up straight, stand up straight
Stand up straight, stand up straight
Stand up straight
On the back of a bus, on the back of a bus
On the back of a bus, on the back of a bus
On the back of a bus
Writer(s): Gareth Coombes, Daniel Goffey, Michael Quinn
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