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There was a bus went down the lane
Went down the lane, went down the lane
There was a bus went down the lane
Her wheels were made of apple pies
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And the passengers were riding
Were riding, were riding
And the passengers were riding
On a bus called Busby Red
Her wheels were made of apple pies
And her name was Busby Red
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Her sides were made of cheddar cheese
And her name was Busby Red
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Her wipers were made of sausages
And her name was Busby Red
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Her roof was made of toast and jam
And her name was Busby Red
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Her seats were made out of marshmallows
And her name was Busby Red
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