[Verse] We rolled into town on a rusty old bus, Engine coughing smoke, but we don't make a fuss. Guitars on the floor and a suitcase or two, Dreamin’ big dreams with a half-empty fuel. [Pre-Chorus] Every mile’s a story, every bump's a laugh, We’ve got a broken ride but we’re never half-staffed. [Chorus] Oh, this bus might be dying, but our hearts are flying, Singin’ loud, playin’ proud, keepin’ hope undying. Every squeak and rattle just adds to the show, On this crazy old bus, we’re the band on the go! [Verse] Flat tire on Main, and the radiator’s steamed, But we’re makin’ music out of every wild dream. Neighbors bring a smile and a little spare change, We’ll fix it up again, ready to rearrange. [Pre-Chorus] With a tune and a joke, we turn it all around, Broken down or not, we’re the talk of the town. [Chorus] Oh, this bus might be dying, but our hearts are flying, Singin’ loud, playin’ proud, keepin’ hope undying. Every squeak and rattle just adds to the show, On this crazy old bus, we’re the band on the go! [Bridge] So here’s to the journeys that never go smooth, The laughs in the breakdowns, the moves that we prove. We might not roll easy, but we roll with soul, This busted-up bus is our rock and our roll. [Chorus] Oh, this bus might be dying, but our hearts are flying, Singin’ loud, playin’ proud, keepin’ hope undying. Every squeak and rattle just adds to the show, On this crazy old bus, we’re the band on the go! [Outro] Yeah, on this crazy old bus, We’re the band on the go!