PULASKI BUS

That's the sound of the Pulaski bus As it pulses through the veins of America Excuse the middle brow juxtaposition But try sitting sideways with needle magicians They're gonna make it disappear That's the sound of the Pulaski bus As it pulses through the veins of America Now what kind of sausage did that Polski grind To have a whole street get named after his kind It must have knocked out the cossacks I wonder if John Paul II knew That I scraped my knees on God's playground too My good winter jacket got shot full of holes Now Catholic Poles have to mend my clothes An Anglo washed a Ukrainian's feet I wish somebody treated me half as sweet Aah, aah, aah, aah Pulaski bus Aah, aah, aah, aah Pulaski bus Aah, aah, aah, aah Pulaski bus Aah, aah, aah, aah Pulaski bus