Grooving in the Bus Lane Songtext

von The Jazz Butcher

Well, well, well
I don't need no Ford Fiesta
I don't need no Mercedes
I don't need no Holy Roller
No, I still ride around in ease
I don't need no Turtle Wax
I bought some once, but I sent it back
I don't need those radial tyres
I don't need no drums and wires

[Chorus]

'Coz I'm cruising in the bus lane
I'm cruising in the bus lane
Yeah, I'm cruising in the bus lane
I'm cruising in the bus lane
Riding around in a foreign land
With a half-mad group and a half-dead van
The B.R.D. is a fine, fine place
Gotta get this cake from offa my face
Got Black Forest Gateaux everywhere
And all those people stop and stare
Been buzzing all of those English tanks
Been singing this tune since I heard Blank Frank
[Chorus]

Sometimes I feel like a dog
I guess that must go with my job
Now a Jaguar is a fine, fine beast
But the bus is the place that I found peace

Everyday 'bout 12 'till 5
I feel glad to be alive
Ain't got no fridge, ain't got no telly
But a crate of beer and an Antonelli and that's enough for me
[Chorus: x2]

So spare Nerven, spar Verdruss fahr mit uns im kleinem Bus
(translates to)
So save your nerves, avoid the bother, go with us on the small bus