I used to be a fearful lad
The things I did were downright bad
And worst of all was what I done
From fourteen to twenty one‎

On all the buses far and wide
From sinfulness and shameful pride
For several years I was so wicked
I used to travel without a ticket‎

And I traveled underneath the seat
Down in the dust of people’s feet
Or else I sat as bold as brass
And told them “vitimbi”* in first-class

*vitimbi (Suaheli): unusual actions,
bizarre acts; odd/peculiar behaviour.‎


Afterwards by patience, perseverance,
practice, I came to be one of the best
at jumping off moving vehicles. Time,
time, time has taken away the value
of that lesson.