(To the tune of Magic Bus)
Every day I get in the queue (too much, Talibus)
To get on the bus that subjugates you (too much, Talibus)
I’m so nervous, I just yell and scream (too much, Talibus)
I don’t want another wet dream (too much, Talibus)
Thank you, driver, for pushing her back (too much, Talibus)
Now dress her in a gunny sack (too much, Talibus)
I don’t want to cause no fuss (too much, Talibus)
But get her off my Talibus! (too much, Talibus)
Nooooooooo!
She is sitting in my seat (too much, Talibus)
She can stand on her own two feet (too much, Talibus)
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ... (she can’t have it!)
Thruppence and sixpence every day
Just to drive that woman away
Thruppence and sixpence each day
”cause I gotta have my own way
Talibus, Talibus, Talibus ...
I said, now I’ve got my Talibus (too much, Talibus)
I said, now I’ve got my Talibus (too much, Talibus)
I have to have my own way (too much, Talibus)
Each time I drive that woman way (too much, Talibus)
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ...
Every day I’ll see her bust (too much, Talibus)
As I see that woman in my Talibus (too much, Talibus)
Those who would sacrifice an essential liberty for a temporary security will lose both, and deserve neither. -- Benjamin Franklin
We see monsters where science shows us windmills. -- Phat