Lyrics:
The Wheels On The Bus

Translation: Barney. The Wheels On The Bus.

wheels on the bike go round and round, Round and round. Round and round, The wheels on the bike go round and round, All through the town. The pedals on

like these Uh, pimp strollin' on 'em Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em, paper foldin' on 'em Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on

bus stop in it's place The bus came by and I got on That's when it all began There was cowboy Neal at the wheel Of the bus to never ever land Comin

Sucker without a brain Nothin to do again Step into the street Like the man on a flying trapeze Here comes that bus Right into your face Now you're flying

Once when we were on a bus between some cities we discussed the things that happened in their early years. Their youngest time was spent alone while living

your smoke on Get your feel on, are you feeling? Get your girl on, get your squeeze on Get your bus on, are you chilling? Are you wheeling, are you feeling

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick

slow class Bad enough we on welfare They tryin' to put me on the school bus With the space for the wheelchair I'm tryin' to get the car with the chromie wheels