One For The Road

I got on the bus at Maple

I got off the bus at Main

I got on the bus at Maple

And I'll never be the same

I paid my 90 cents

And grabbed a seat at the rear

I paid my 90 cents

And then took out a beer

I sipped the cold beer slowly

And lit a cigarette

I sipped the cold beer slowly

And that's what I regret

And old lady stood and screamed

"Can't you read that sign?!"

An old lady stood and screamed

"No smoking on this line!"

I hadn't finished half my beer

When all the trouble started

I hadn't finished half my beer

When from the bus I parted

The bus was going forty

When she threw me out the door

The bus was going forty

When my body hit the floor

Now I lie here paralysed

And I can't even speak

Now I lie here paralysed

And things are looking bleak

If I could do things over

One thing is very clear

If I could do things over

I'd have finished all that beer

Well, here's the moral to the story

'cause now I've gotta go

I said, here's the moral of the story:

Never drink beer slow