I Hate the Bus piano leadsheet with chords

I hate the bus,

I want my own car,

a car with a heater,

want a TV set, and more;

a big old house like this one,

but ev'rything new,

where can't nobody ever, can't nobody ever tell me what to do.

Go out when I want to;

when I don't, then I stay.

Got magical bracelets,

so bullets bounce away.

In ev'ry room a TV, and my own telephone,

and I live in my house,

I live in my house by myself,

all alone.

And if I'm lonely, doesn't matter,

I think they's worse than bein' lonely.

They's people who freeze while they wait on their knees and they don't know for what and they just been forgot,

and I ain't waitin' no more.

You just wait forever if you can't say what for.

The day come soon, I'll pack up the nothin' I own.

And I'll live in my house,

and I make it O.

K. by myself, all alone.