Here's another go,
On The Bus.

When she gets on the bus
And sits in her usual seat

As she looks outside
I’ll drop a dime at her feet,
Then I’ll say excuse me
You’re throwing money away,
She’ll smile like a beacon
Then we’ll start speaking
And get married one day.

chorus
What a great idea
Beats jam on bread
Soon we’ll be shopping
For a king size bed,
And in the months ahead
When the preacher asks us
We’ll say we fell in love
On the bus.

When she flips her eye brows
And says that dime isn’t mine
Our eyes will connect
And our hearts will entwine,
Then I’ll roll that coin
To the kid in the back row,
She’ll be so impressed
She’ll adjust her dress
And I’ll be her hero.

chorus
What a great idea
Beats Scotch at noon
Soon we’ll be rehearsing
For our honeymoon,
And in the years ahead
When our children ask us
We’ll say we fell in love
On the bus.

Well she didn’t get on the bus
Maybe she’s got the flue
But a classy lady
Sat in row twenty two,
She’s looking outside
Leaning on the window sill,
Think I’ll miss my stop
And discreetly drop
My last dollar bill.

chorus
What a great idea
Beats ice cream cones
Soon we’ll be sharing
Our erogenous zones,
And in the decades ahead
When our grandkids ask us
We’ll say we fell in love
On the bus.

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