The Wheels on the Bus, keep turnin TURNIN!!!
Got my eyes on the prize, and the rubber keeps on burnin BURNIN.
The Wheels on the Bus, keep turnin TURNIN!!!
Too many km's til we hit it, and the rubber keeps on burnin BURNIN!!!
I can't not get down, with the funky stuff.
It's like I'm ridin' on the bluenose but I'm crackin' km's at the front of the bus.
It's the great white shark, of the Pacific North.
Ridin on a wave of rock, bringin back the FUNK with a hurricane force.
The kitchen cuts up, Charquter for 8, and the boys in the back are yellin RICKI RICKI come on pass that plate.
We're gettin close to arriiiiiiiival, but we ain't done just yet.
We got a sound CHECK and a hotel CHECK and the boys on the bus are ready to WRECK!
AWWWWWWW LETS GO!
I can't not wake up, to the holy groovy.
Cause 4 hours sleep is plenty, and we're gunnin for the next with nothin to lose.
It's like I'm ridin on Niiiiiiiiiiina, from the east to the west.
Rollin down South to Cali, for some ice cold funk at a music fest.
We put the rubber to the road, caffeinated to the fist.
Rollin through a new territory, for the big reward you got to take the risk.
We're gettin close to arriiiiiiiiival, but we ain't done just yet. Got a sound CHECK and a hotel CHECK and the boys on the bus are ready to wreck.
Five Alarm Funk - Wheels on the Bus Lyrics
Five Alarm Funk - Wheels on the Bus Lyrics
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The Wheels on the Bus, keep turnin TURNIN!!!
Got my eyes on the prize, and the rubber keeps on burnin BURNIN.
The Wheels on the Bus, keep turnin TURNIN!!!
Too many km's til we hit it, and the rubber keeps on burnin BURNIN!!!
I can't not get down, with the funky stuff.
It's like I'm ridin' on the bluenose but I'm crackin' km's at the front of the bus.
It's the great white shark, of the Pacific North.
Ridin on a wave of rock, bringin back the FUNK with a hurricane force.
The kitchen cuts up, Charquter for 8, and the boys in the back are yellin RICKI RICKI come on pass that plate.
We're gettin close to arriiiiiiiival, but we ain't done just yet.
We got a sound CHECK and a hotel CHECK and the boys on the bus are ready to WRECK!
AWWWWWWW LETS GO!
I can't not wake up, to the holy groovy.
Cause 4 hours sleep is plenty, and we're gunnin for the next with nothin to lose.
It's like I'm ridin on Niiiiiiiiiiina, from the east to the west.
Rollin down South to Cali, for some ice cold funk at a music fest.
We put the rubber to the road, caffeinated to the fist.
Rollin through a new territory, for the big reward you got to take the risk.
We're gettin close to arriiiiiiiiival, but we ain't done just yet. Got a sound CHECK and a hotel CHECK and the boys on the bus are ready to wreck.
Got my eyes on the prize, and the rubber keeps on burnin BURNIN.
The Wheels on the Bus, keep turnin TURNIN!!!
Too many km's til we hit it, and the rubber keeps on burnin BURNIN!!!
I can't not get down, with the funky stuff.
It's like I'm ridin' on the bluenose but I'm crackin' km's at the front of the bus.
It's the great white shark, of the Pacific North.
Ridin on a wave of rock, bringin back the FUNK with a hurricane force.
The kitchen cuts up, Charquter for 8, and the boys in the back are yellin RICKI RICKI come on pass that plate.
We're gettin close to arriiiiiiiival, but we ain't done just yet.
We got a sound CHECK and a hotel CHECK and the boys on the bus are ready to WRECK!
AWWWWWWW LETS GO!
I can't not wake up, to the holy groovy.
Cause 4 hours sleep is plenty, and we're gunnin for the next with nothin to lose.
It's like I'm ridin on Niiiiiiiiiiina, from the east to the west.
Rollin down South to Cali, for some ice cold funk at a music fest.
We put the rubber to the road, caffeinated to the fist.
Rollin through a new territory, for the big reward you got to take the risk.
We're gettin close to arriiiiiiiiival, but we ain't done just yet. Got a sound CHECK and a hotel CHECK and the boys on the bus are ready to wreck.
Writer: Tayo Bourne Branston, Oliver Andrew Gibson, Kent Reagan Wallace, Gabriel Boothroyd Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave