In '84
I climbed aboard
I flipped the finger at Tipper Gore

In '85
I felt alive
I told the driver: "Baby, DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE"

In '86
I got my kicks
Teasin' my hair and pleasin' chicks

In '87
You know what rhymes with seven
I rode this mother straight to Heaven
Uhh!

Ride the party bus
Ride the party bus
Ride the party bus
C'mon, ride with us

In '88
I rocked your state
I said, "It ain't illegal here to go this late, nuh-uh"

In '89
I don't remember '89.
I don't remember '90 or '91, either

In '92
What can ya do?
All you mopey plaid grunge weenies, ain't no room for you

On the party bus
Ride the party bus
Ride the party bus
C'mon, ride with us
Ride with us!

Now baby, I've been ridin' this bus for 35 years. And I'm here to tell ya: life on the party bus ain't always a bed of roses. You wake up so hung over every morning... they don't make windows tinted enough, you know what I'm sayin'?

And then ya roll into a new town... take the stage... look out at the screamin' crowd... and you ask yourself: where are all the babealicious babes? Everybody here looks like a grandma!

And just the other day I went to the supermarket, and I ran into this dude I went to high school with... he looked like his dad. He was there with some old lady and some babies or somethin'... I think they were shoppin' for applesauce. It was weird.

And he said to me, "You look like you must still be riding that old party bus." And I was like OOH YEAH!!!!!!

And he said to me, "C'mon, you can't STILL be riding that party bus," and I was like OOH YEAH WOOOOOOO!!!!!!

And he said, "What could that possibly be like for you?" And I was like, "Brother -

"Sometimes I roll
Sometimes I rock
Sometimes I ride the roof wearing just one sock
Sometimes I sit here and muse on my emotional health
Sometimes I think I should probably kill myself."

Ride the party bus
Ride the party bus
Ride the party bus
C'mon, ride with us