Get on to the bus

That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub

Get on to the bus

That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub

Your words burn the air

Like the names of candy bars

Your mouth is cold and red

All in rings around your

Laugh, laughing, laughs

It's a grind grind

It's a grind

It's a grind grind

I'll scratch you raw

L'etat c'est moi

I drink the drink

And I'm wall to wall

I absorb trust like a love rhombus

I feel I must elucidate

I ate the chump with guile

Quadrilateral I was now I warp like a smile

Yellow no. 5

Yellow no. 5, 5, 5

Voulez-vous the bus