In the Back of the Bus

With apologies to Motown

Every morning like the one before
Pick up my books and walk out my door
I make my way to the end of the street
The bus pulls up and I take my seat

In the back of the bus (in the back of the bus)
Back of the bus (in the back of the bus)
Come on back if you’re curious
They ain’t nobody here but us
In the back of the bus (back of the bus)
In the back of the bus (back of the bus)

In the back of the bus you know the rules are few
Nobody tells you what to do
Watch out for Freddy, cause he’ll take your hat
And Lou’ll eat your lunch just like that

In the back of the bus (in the back of the bus)
In the back of the bus (in the back of the bus)
Come on back if you’re curious
They ain’t nobody here but us
In the back of the bus (back of the bus)

Now in the back of the bus, just us kids
Talking and laughing ‘bout the things we did
Some are kind, some are mean
Most of us are somewhere in between

Get off the bus at the end of the day
Wave out the window as we roll away
You call back from the end of the street
See you tomorrow, save me a seat

In the back of the bus (in the back of the bus)
In the back of the bus (in the back of the bus)
Come on back if you’re curious
All of the commotion, all of the fuss
It makes the driver so furious
They ain’t nobody here but us
In the back (back of the bus)
Back of the bus, yeah (back of the bus)
In the back, back of the bus (back of the bus)


by Bill Harley & Keith Munslow. © Bill Harley, all rights reserved. Reprints with permission only.

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