Rasta on the Bus

Parked in Toronto, in my motorhome, hanging out with a halo and two mahones
Trying to get fresh on Ginger street, when I heard the reggae beat
Smoke so thick I could barely see, and my old RV overflowing with pee
Sweat was running down my face, when there was a bus in place
And I said hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus
Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus
Got hooked up by mysterio, at the Bovine Sex Club for a show
Bloodshot Bill just took the stage, and I was acting half my age
And I said hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus
Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on that bus
It a Jah good time, make a dancing beat
I told my singers, told my singers, hey man
You got to make me, You got to make me
Party I handle this, this party's scandalous
Queen street west, taking over I'm the man for this
Wham, there's a rockin' with a rockabilly beat
Yea here comes Eggy, he'll get you off your seat
Hey man
Gotta let me in
Hey man
Gotta let me in
Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus
Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus
Ya hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on the bus
Hey man, what's up what's up there's a rasta trying to get on that bus



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Writer(s): Oakland Valleau
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