There were 32 of us

Packed into an old churchbus

Back seat was reigning king

Shotgun, it didn't mean a thing

We'd washed a thousand cars 

To land a ticket



Move over let me in this thing

No kissy on the old churchbus

Brake down about every two hours or so

Pile em in, load em up, Let's go!



Take me to summer

Take me to Sunday

Take me to womewhere till the wheels fall off, Hey!

Take me to heaven, till the sun goes down

We'll ride, We'll ride alright



We'd ride and sing all night

Youth pastor flips the light

Asleep with head on knees

Everyone hand check if you please

We'd never own a car

If we could help it



Move over let me in this thing

No kissy on the old churchbus

Brake down about every two hours or so

Pile em in, load em up, Let's Go!



Take me to summer

Take me to Sunday

Take me to somewhere till the wheels fall off, Hey!

Take me to heaven till the sun goes down

We'll ride, we'll ride alright



Move over I'm burnin' up

Broke down about two hours ago so



We'll ride, we'll ride, alright.