When
I am driving the schoolbus,
I am so happy, it hurts.
I grin like a lusty old fool does.
I sneak a peek under the skirts.
I am so happy, it hurts
When, in my mind, I strip them bare.
I sneak a peek under the skirts,
I wonder if they're growing hair.
When, in my mind, I strip them bare,
I know that their mothers are blessed -
I wonder if they're growing hair
And mothers can see them undressed.
I know that their mothers are blessed -
I grin like a lusty old fool does.
And mothers can see them undressed
When I am driving the schoolbus.
I am so happy, it hurts.
I grin like a lusty old fool does.
I sneak a peek under the skirts.
I am so happy, it hurts
When, in my mind, I strip them bare.
I sneak a peek under the skirts,
I wonder if they're growing hair.
When, in my mind, I strip them bare,
I know that their mothers are blessed -
I wonder if they're growing hair
And mothers can see them undressed.
I know that their mothers are blessed -
I grin like a lusty old fool does.
And mothers can see them undressed
When I am driving the schoolbus.
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