The label "just drivers" is given to us
by people who've probably never even driven a bus.
Just let them try to fill our shoes
And do it without singing the blues.
Do they know what it's all about,
To have to watch the road, and the mirrors, while forty or more kids shout?
Could they catch the spit ball thrower, or the hitter
While still remembering who goes to what sitter?
Is this the night Mary goes to the McArthys, or the Philbricks?
Oh, oh keep and eye on Tommy; he's up to his old tricks.
Darn, he just reached around and punched Eddie Stout.
Watch out, that car looks like it's coming out!
"Sit down, you know when the bus is moving you don't stand up"
"I said sit down or I'll write you up."
"Eddie and Bill stop swinging your backpacks."
God where's the plow? Guess I'll have to make my own tracks.
Jeepers lady didn't you see my lights flashing red?
Two seconds sooner and that kid would be dead.
"Don't cry, Honey, we'll get to school before you get worse,
And I'll radio for them to send out the nurse."
"Here use this bag if you're going to get sick."
"A couple more stops and we'll be there real quick."
"Don't worry about the mess, Honey, I'll take care or it."
"Just go inside to the nurses' office and sit."
"Just drivers," that would be fantastic.
Concentrate on nothing but the road, never mind that kid's sick.
Let them kick and punch each other out.
Let them scream and shout.
If we only watch the road and bus gauges,
How soon would all the parents be in rages?
So, please don't casually label us
Until you're willing and able to drive our bus.
