John
His name is John
He’s the driver of the week
He’s got a mustache
And a smile for everyone

He drives the bus each day
With a sparkling in his eyes
And I get jealous when I see him satisfied

His mother would prefer to see him making any progress
But he doesn’t care, he likes the driver seat
And as the schoolkids throwing paper balls again
You’re still patient, you got a smile for everyone

I’d really like to shake your hand
Sayin’ ‘how do you do’
You wouldn’t answer ‘cause you are driving
I’d like to talk with you about the things out there
You wouldn’t answer ‘cause you are driving

His name is John
He’s the driver of the week
He’s always in time
He doesn’t like to be delayed