Triceratops

This bus is going slow, it's making lots of stops It kinda reminds me of a triceratops It's ancient (ancient), extinct (extinct), and running on fumes (running on fumes) It's on the brink of living in the tombs Oh this triceratops is bad, bad news It's eating lots of gas (grass), but sure ain't going fast (I'm aghast) It kinda seems like it's coming from the past It's ancient (ancient), extinct (extinct), and running on fumes (running on fumes) It's on the brink of living in the tombs Oh this triceratops is bad, bad news It's going so slow, I don't know if it'll get a hold of itself And I can't help but think it'll soon be just a memory on my shelf This bus is going slow, it's making lots of stops It kinda reminds me of a triceratops It's ancient (ancient), extinct (extinct), and running on fumes (running on fumes) It's on the brink of living in the tombs Oh this triceratops is bad, bad, bad, bad news