Don't think the universe is on my side
Car doesn't work, which would simply be shite
What's not good are the alternatives, see

No matter what bus line I'm forced to take
Ev'ry damn one seams like a sardine case
That's not good because I still plan to breathe
Now I'm saying "Oops!" lots, lots, lots
Squeezing past, I'll go "Oops!", it's a squash, squash

Sorry if I brushed your arse, alright
Certainly was not my aim or intention
Us two were forced closer by guys close to me
Hard to move, so I fume, there's so few spaces, right
The bus inside's so tight, so tight
Tight, so tight

Lucky enough to get a seat? No way
Even if one of them's vacated, 'fraid
Way more fools get on than off, pain for me
They're all saying "Oops!" lots, lots, lots
Squeezing past, they'll go "Oops!", total squash, squash

See the odd poking out arm, not right
If there are kids, couldn't say that for certain
Ev'ryone's forced closer by guys, we can't breathe
The word "move" makes us fume, we can't, dude, use your eyes
The bus inside's so tight, so tight
It happens ev'ry damn time

You can't avoid any harm, not right
A good thing the driver waits, has the patience
Cause when we're forced closer by guys, there's no speed
When we move, like a fool slug's consumed weed, alright
Slow to move, makes me fume though I'm used to this shite
My commute's down the tubes since my Subaru died
The bus inside's so tight, so tight
Tight, so tight
Tight, so tight
It's still better than a bike, that's right