On a Lopsided Bus - Mike Kellin/G.D. Wallace/Pipe Dream Ensemble

Lyrics by：Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein

Composed by：Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein

What do you do all day Ray

What do you do all day

I wake at 6 and take my wife a breakfast

On a tray

I walk the kids to school

Then I run to catch a bus

That's the life for us boys

That's the life for us

Then what Ray

Hello boys Ray

I walk all day all night on a machine

At in the bus as though

At 6 o'clock I'm back on a bus

Back to my home I go

My supper I sup

I feel so feed up

I'm soon back sleepin' on my bed

When you go home and die ray

How'll you know you're dead

When you go home and die ray

How'll you know you're dead

If you work like a horse till the day you're dead

You're a part of a horse and it hit the head

This is the kind of a day I like

When questions of life are philosophied

By thoughtful companions settin' around

And getting a li'l bit philosophied

Life is a bowl full of cherries

Except when the cherries havour

Life is a room full of feathers

That keep getting in your hair

You said it Mac

You got it Mac

You hit it right on the button

We always keep going but where do we go

What do we know

Not in

All our lives are on a lopsided bus

We ride from day to day

We wobble around on like a happy road

And laddle on our way

Every year it's a hastle for us

Today from June to May

But somehow around us by hook or by crook

We ride a long on our way

When the engine won't work and it's going bizarre

At near the end of our road

We fix if the things whether it'll be a string

And our hearts get lousy with hope

We hop on a lopsided bus

And chase another day

As happy as a candle shine on a cake

As cut it as thousand smirks

We'll ride all along

Ride all along

Ride all along on our way

We'll ride all along

Ride all along

And try to find a way