Get on to the bus,

That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub,

Get on to the bus,

That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub,



Your words burn the air,

Like the names of candy bars,

Your mouth is cold and red,

All in rings around your,

Laugh laughing laughs,



It's a grind grind,

It's a grind,

It's a grind grind,



I'll scratch you raw,

L'etat c'est moi,

I drink the drink,

And I'm wall to wall,

I absorb trust like a love rhombus,

I feel I must elucidate,

I ate the chump with guile,

Quadrilateral I was,

Now I warp like a smile,



Yellow no. 5,

Yellow no. 5, 5, 5,



Voulez-vous the bus?