Sing, Michael, sing-on the route of the nineteen bus How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless You been drinking brew for breakfast
I know that my life make you nervous But I tell you that I can't live in service Like the doctor who was born for a purpose
I went to the market to realize my soul 'Cause what I need I just don't have First they curse, then they press me till I hurt
Now first you must cure your temper Then you find a job in the paper You need someone for a savior
Now we get a rude and a reckless We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless We been drinking brew for breakfast
So where you want to go today? You're looking pretty smart In your chicken skin suit
You think you're pretty hot Sky juice!...ten cents a bottle!