Bus Station Songtext
von Cold Chisel

Hey, you with the head on
Yeah, I mean you
When the owner bombs this place
Whatcha gonna do?
I got one eye on the minute hand
One eye on a girl
One eye is a rubber band
That′s gonna flick away this world

Bus station
Bus station
Bus station
A lotta time to kill
A lotta miles
A lotta pills
Lotta time to kill


Hey you, in the uniform
Yeah, I mean you
When the revolution comes
Whatcha gonna do?
Fat girl with a travel rug
She got a Chiko roll
Fat girl with a travel rug
I'm gonna lose control

Bus station
Bus station
Bus station
A lotta time to kill
A lotta miles
A lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Like a big cat in a little cage
A king in a cell
It′s too bad, a man my age
To know this place too well

Like a dead man on the underground
On a long weekend
Things keep goin' 'round and ′round
And I′ll be back again


Bus station
Bus station
Bus station
A lotta time to kill
A lotta miles
A lotta pills
A lotta time to kill

Bus station
Bus station
Bus station
A lotta time to kill
A lotta miles
A lotta pills
A lotta time to kill
Bus station