Odes to Joy

Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 54 · middle

Drive the Porcelain Bus

VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Drive the Porcelain Bus". Its true history: Australia, ~1980s — gripping the toilet bowl like a steering wheel; call the ride. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen, the main event!
The spirits are heavy, the wages are spent.

[Verse 1]
He’s making his way down the long hallway
Bouncing his shoulders, a beautiful sway
It’s a 1980s Sydney championship bout
You can see the wild rally as the lights flicker out
He drops to the mat on the cold checker tile
The engine is roaring, he’s going a mile
He reaches his arms out, heavy and wide
To grab the ceramic and conquer the ride

[Chorus]
He’s gonna drive the porcelain bus tonight!
Ten and two on the rim, hold tight!
Shift the heavy gears in the neon glow
Gripping that bowl like a veteran pro
It’s a long route home but he’s making good time
Drive the porcelain bus, buddy, end of the line!

[Verse 2]
The chassis is shaking, the radiator steams
He’s hauling the cargo of yesterday's schemes
There’s a beautiful grace in the way he steers
Washing away all the froth and the fears
He’s leaning right into the hairpin bend
Praying the highway is nearing its end
The folks in the parlor wait for the bell
As he wrestles the wheel through the dizzying swell

[Chorus]
He’s gonna drive the porcelain bus tonight!
Ten and two on the rim, hold tight!
Shift the heavy gears in the neon glow
Gripping that bowl like a veteran pro
It’s a long route home but he’s making good time
Drive the porcelain bus, buddy, end of the line!

[Bridge]
And it’s a knockout punch of the glorious kind
The stomach is empty, the trouble's behind
He rests his hot cheek on the cool white hood
The champion survived, and the motor sounds good.

[Outro]
Give it up for the midnight commute!
He drove the porcelain bus, what a beautiful route.
Pulling into the station...
You can just leave the keys in the ignition, pal, take a walk.
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