The Jealous Guys - Bus Stop Jazz lyrics

I used to be at the bus stop Chillin' with the punk rocks You can hear the ba** in the street And I got red in my veins, gold under my streets And the wheels on the bus go ‘round and 'round The smoke goes up and the ashes go down My head's up even when the girls go down And even when it rains, the clouds can't frown I'm heading to the bus stop with a jazz sound