Bus Station - Cold Chisel

Hey you with the head on

Yeah, I mean you

When the owner bombs this place

Watcha gonna do

I got one eye on the minute hand

One eye on a girl

One eye is a rubberband

Gonna flick away this world

Bus station

Lotta time to kill

Lotta miles

Lotta pills

Lotta time to kill

Hey you in the uniform

Yeah, I mean you

When the revolution comes

Watcha gonna do

Fat girl with a travel rug

She’s got a chiko roll

Fat girl with a travel rug

I’m gonna lose control

Bus station

Lotta time to kill

Lotta miles

Lotta pills

Lotta time to kill

Like a big cat in a little cage

A king in a cell

Its 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