Daniel T. Cooke - 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

Written by:
Daniel Cooke

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