Soul Coughing - Bus too Beelzebub lyrics

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...