Bus to Beelzebub Songtext
von Soul Coughing

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...
And it′s a grind-grind, it's a grind, it's a grind-grind...

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...


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, yellow no. 5...

Voulez-vous the bus?
Voulez-vous the bus that's gonna take you back to Beelzebub...
Voulez-vous the bus that′s gonna make you stop going rub-a-dub...
And it's a grind-grind, it's a grind, it′s a grind-grind...

Yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5, yellow no. 5...