Cold Chisel — Bus Station

Hey you with the head on Yeah, I mean you When the owner bombs this place Watcha gonna do I got one eye on the minute hand One eye on a girl One eye is a rubber band Gonna flick away this world Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh Lotta time to kill Lotta miles Lotta pills Lotta time to kill Hey you in the uniform Yeah, I mean you When the revolution comes Watcha gonna do Fat girl with a travel rug She’s got a Chiko Roll Fat girl with a travel rug I’m gonna lose control Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh A lotta time to kill A lotta miles Lotta pills Lotta time to kill Like a big cat in a little cage A king in a cell Its too bad, a man my age To know this place too well Like a dead man on the underground On a long weekend Things keep going round and round And I’ll be back again Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh A lotta time to kill A lotta miles A lotta pills A lotta time to kill Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh Bus station, ooh A lotta time to kill A lotta miles A lotta pills A lotta time to kill Bus station