When We're in the Volley

Now we pile on every Saturday, With an honest hope, For the neutral

watcher it's, An unforgiving slope, Now its a ride that just suits me,

A bus believer you would be, If you could see what I can see,

When were in the volley. Connors safe as houses too, The boy went

wild and pulled it through, And even Shaggy came good too, When were in

the volley. In this tradition we graft hard, But we never stop,

Well ride this blinking bus again, Till we hit the top. Last week every

wheel aligned, Form and fate were intertwined, The bus rolled in right on