[Verse 1]
I grew up in California, I thought I had it pretty wild
But when I moved to New York City, I saw my childhood happen, how?
There were redwood [?] on the coastline
There was sun and there was skiing
There were cable cars and vespas
There was ultimate frisbeeing
Oh sure, there's Lake Tahoe, Big Sur, and Yosemite
But I never saw the Hamptons, and never knew the Jitney
The Jitney
[Verse 2]
Would it be winged? Supersonic?
Would it have gleaming polished sides?
And if I got lucky
Would I see it from inside?
I grew up dreaming of this Jitney
But I knew not what it was
And so I was shocked and so surprised to learn...
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
[Chorus]
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
The Jitney's just a fucking bus!!
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 3]
I used to go to the Hamptons to work on my tan
Back in the day when the Jitney was a van
Now you make a reservation, watch out for the vicious elbows
You have to have a whispered conversation on a legal cellphone
I never switch buses on the very next [?]
In that case, can I use your [?]
Pretzels, party mix, and free wifi
It's the concord of 495
So over the top luxurious
It's a bird, it'a plane, it's a fucking bus
[Chorus]
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
The Jitney's just a fucking bus
The Jitney's just a fucking bus!!