I used to be at the bus stop
Chillin' with the punk rocks
You can hear the bass in the street
And I got red in my veins, gold under my streets
And the wheels on the bus go ‘round and 'round
The smoke goes up and the ashes go down
My head's up even when the girls go down
And even when it rains, the clouds can't frown
I'm heading to the bus stop with a jazz sound