V1Tell me is this really realNot afraid to tell u, How I feelAn itching Curiosity,Maybe the one, the one just for me

CHYou got me like oh manThink that I’m fallingIn loveI can’t help itTell me babeIs it too much?

You got me like oh manFeel like I’m trippingYeahon my own feelings
babeI’m wonderingCan this be
more than a crush?

V2Is this just a fever dreamstarted out as butterflies, now heavyA feeling weighing on my chestThink I want you for the worst and the best

CHYou got me like oh manThink that I’m fallingIn loveI can’t help itTell me babeIs it too much?

You got me like oh manFeel like I’m trippingYeahon my own feelings
babeI’m wonderingCan this be
more than a crush?

BRIDGEYou got me crushingBoy you got me blushingMaybe it’s more than just, just infatuation X2

CHYou got me like oh manThink that I’m fallingIn loveI can’t help itTell me babeIs it too much?

You got me like oh manFeel like I’m trippingYeahon my own feelings
babeI’m wonderingCan this be X2

More than just a crush?

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All through the town

The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish

Swish swish swish

Swish swish swish

The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish

All through the town

The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep

Beep beep beep

Beep beep beep

The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep

All through the town

The door on the bus goes open and shut

Open and shut

Open and shut

The door on the bus goes open and shut

All through the town

The driver on the bus says "Move on back"

"Move on back"

"Move on back"

The driver on the bus says "Move on back"

All through the town

The babies on the bus go "Waa waa waa"

"Waa waa waa"

"Waa waa waa"

The babies on the bus go "Waa waa waa"

All through the town

The mummies on the bus go "Shh shh shh"

"Shh shh shh"

"Shh shh shh"

The mummies on the bus go "Shh shh shh"

All through the town

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All through the town

I wouldn’t mind dancing like we own the place,
Running from another race.
But you, wouldn’t see, prancing like you own the place.
Trying to fake a friendly face.
And I’m free,
singing for today
Singing all the same
I’m not yet far away.
But could it be I’m free?
Singing for today?
Singing all the same
I’m heading far away.

So, it wouldn’t dry. Find the time another day.
Fill the hole another way.
They’re asking how will it work?
Finally slip away again.
Trying to find my way again.
And I’m free…
Don’t follow me anywhere
Don’t say “how will I find my way back home?” today.
Nobody really knows me anyway
Don’t want to stay so I’m on my way from home, I’m far away.

Have you ever heard
Of another faithful preacher
Telling all to adhere, cos they’re living the wrong way?
Were you told not to trust
Those with different skin to us
By some self-obsessed opinionist?
Well this is what I’d say.

It’s not the time or the place for what you’re saying
It’s not the day or the year.
Don’t bring your ugly thinking here.
Just stop the hurt that you’re hissing
And all the filth that you’re insisting.
It’s not the time or the place for what you’re preaching.

Do you ever feel
Love with conditions just isn’t real?
Have your friends been told that they pray to the wrong king?
Has it been said that you’re not trusted?
That your life don’t cut the mustard?
Well my friends, let’s stand together
Oh, and this is what we’ll sing.