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?