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Ride the red bus |
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Ride it with us |
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Come and wash the sun come down |
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Wipe away your useless frown |
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When he rises sleek and dull |
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What he does our union bellboy |
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Nothing else will work |
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He makes the puzzles piece |
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Plus no surprises |
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No pulling on the leash |
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For hips and rises |
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Her upside whiter |
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His ups are down |
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His ups are down |
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The password found |
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The password found |
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And though he razes |
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Tomorrow's plans |
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He never prays for |
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The same demands |
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Through awful weather |
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Through cramping hands |
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Our union bellboy |
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To excess |
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To our promised strands |
