Willy May, He died maintaining his right of way, He was right, dead right, as he sped along, But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong. Never argue with a bu

Willy May, He died maintaining his right of way, He was right, dead right, as he sped along, But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong. Never argue with a bus, and never trust a driver that hasn't looked you in the eye, and even then be wary.