Missed The Bus
It was big and yellow all the children were mellow
We’d shared our lunches but never our Jello
Charlie was the driver he was a pretty nice fellow
As it drove down the streets all the cows would bellow
I missed the bus I missed the bus
I’ll blame it on Jesus
No real reason to make a fuss
I missed the bus I missed the bus I missed the bus
The cool kids sat in the back seat laughing with glee
Saying bad words I didn’t know their reality
Eric was the worst he was the wickedest of the wild
Year later I would find out he was an abused child
I missed the bus I missed the bus
I’ll blame it on Jesus
No real reason to make a fuss
I missed the bus I missed the bus I missed the bus
Well Sister Rosa Parks she wanted to keep her seat
But the police got involved it wasn’t sweet
So the oppressed rose up yeah they got themselves together
And right on the bus the world changed for the better
I missed the bus I missed the bus
I’ll blame it on Jesus
No real reason to make a fuss
I missed the bus I missed the bus I missed the bus
Buses driving full of flower power
The sixties was our finest hour
Don’t be mean and paint the bus green
My God what a well-oiled machine
They road those buses South for freedom the fare was bled
Some paid the ultimate price they wound up dead
Once I road those buses from Miami to Seattle
I looked out the window hating endless battle
Buses driving full of flower power
The sixties was our final hour
Don’t be mean and paint the bus green
My God a well-oiled machine
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