La Guagua

The bus is leaving!

You promised me a guaracha
To liven up my party
And you promised me a maraca, hey
Made of iguana and dried fruit, you'll see
Where's the party, the guaracha?
Where's the dried fruit?
Where does the milking of the cow go?
To the barrel of promises

Pull the lever and straighten up
(The bus is in reverse)
Hey, the bus is in reverse
(The bus is in reverse)
Bring me the maraca and give me a party
(The bus is in reverse)
Hey, the bus is in reverse
(Because the bus is)

You promised me a linden tea
To sleep my nap
And you promised me a little affection, hey
To cheer up my orchestra, you'll see
Where's the nap, the linden tea?
The little ball of the orchestra
Where does the milking of the cow go?
To the barrel of promises

Pull the lever and straighten up
(The bus is in reverse)
Hey, the bus is in reverse
(The bus is in reverse)
Bring me a little affection from the orchestra
(The bus is in reverse)
Look, the bus is in reverse
(Because the bus is)

(Moo, moo)
(Moo, moo)

You used to say the bus was cool
With hydraulic steering wheel and crankshaft motor
So pull the lever and shift gears
And I assure you, the bus will settle
With the first (oh oh)
With the third (oh oh)
Pour brake fluid into that sorceress
And you'll see how the bus straightens up
Because the bus is in reverse

The bus is in reverse
The bus is in reverse

Pull the lever and straighten up
(The bus is in reverse)
Hey, the bus is in reverse
(The bus is in reverse)
There's a lot of track left, turn and brake
(The bus is in reverse)
Look, the bus is in reverse
(Because the bus is)
(Because the bus is)
(Moo, moo)
The bus is leaving!
(Moo, moo)
(Because the bus is)
Hey!
(The bus is leaving)