THE BLACK AND YELLOW GIANT

We are the neighbour children that you have seen before,
Tumbling out of bed each morn at twenty after four,
To get an education; though we've got a school next door,
We go riding, riding, riding on the school bus.

Our black and yellow death-trap is composed of flimsy steel,
More than half of which has rusted; there's a madman at the wheel;
We know words our parents won't allow to tell you how we feel,
While riding, riding, riding in the school bus.

We stop at railroad crossings - in the middle of the tracks;
The windows will not open; the exhaust comes through the cracks;
And the cold affects our kidneys; we've got menengitic backs,
From riding, riding, riding on the school bus.

Our chauffeur takes the utmost care with every precious load;
He's been driving more than fifty years and knows the highway code;
So we always cruise at eighty - on the wrong side of the road,
When riding, riding, riding in the school bus.

The school board has attended all the routes our driver takes,
And every day we wend our way by mountains woods and lakes;
We've burned out all the warning lights; we haven't any brakes,
While riding, riding, riding in the school bus.

We load up all the kids in "A" and cart them off to "B";
The squirts beside the school in "B" are whisked away to "C";
The tads in "C" all go to "D", and pay an extra fee,
For riding, riding, riding in the school bus.

The School Board's getting senile if they take us for a fool,
Why must kids travel endlessly to learn the golden rule?
Why must they log a million miles to reach their fourth-rate school
By riding, riding, riding, riding, riding, riding, riding,
In the school bus?