On The Bus - The Holloways

Why do all the rude boys on the bus

Find it fun to make a fuss of anyone

A little bit dissimilar

Why can’t they just leave us all alone

And allow each to their own devices

Even if they’re unfamiliar to you

And they say, why’d you wanna dress like that, son

I say, I just wanna have some fun if that’s alright with you

I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)

You sit there with your music blaring out

So you have to scream and shout so loud

Why’re you so busy hating

A little old lady sits in front of you

Why’re you busy screaming black and blue

It’s really intimidating for her

And they say, why’d you wanna dress like that, son

I say, I just wanna have some fun if that’s alright with you

I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)

There’s a fire inside you kindly put it out

Kindly put it out (x2)

You always claim we’re disrespecting you

As if you’re generous with you’re RESP-ECT for us

It’s something you neglect

Why can’t all the good folk make a stand

And bring an end to all their happy slaps

They can be the treason, we’ll be the love attract

And they say, why’d you wanna dress like that, son

I say, I just wanna have some fun if that’s alright with you

I really rather not have to talk to you (x2)

(And they say, why do you wanna dress like that, son

And I say leave me alone, why can’t you leave me alone) (x2)