The Wheels on the Bus

The words in her head go round and round,
Round and round, round and round;
The words in her head go round and round,
All through the land.


The people who clap stand up and down,
Up and down, up and down;
The people who clap just love this clown,
No matter what she says.


But some in the town just wish, wish, wish,
Wish, wish, wish, wish, wish, wish;
Some in the town just wish, wish, wish,
She wasn’t such a clown.


The child in the crowd waves his hand
Waves his hand, waves his hand,
He wants to know how could this land
Pretend not to know.


She is a leader of this land, of this land,
Of this land. “Are you a leader In this land?”
The child in the crowd just wants to know,
“What do you know?”


The words in her head spin her round, spin her round;
She laughs and she giggles just like a clown
Whenever she speaks, wherever she goes
All through the land.


She says it’s important for us to know,
That this is a moment in history’s flow;
She says it now, she said it then
Whatever she says, she says it again.


The words in her head go round and round…