Calamity Jane

Calamity Jane Calamity Jane

I'm not really sure if that was her name but

She was my bus driver

A short little bus not many of us

We got on when it pulled up

Said Good mornin' Ms Jane

How ya doin today?

Eyes of green jacket was black

Calamity Jane always had my back

Woah she didn't cut the school yard bully no slack

Territorial Jail field trip

Ridin' a horse and crackin' a whip

There goes my bus driver

Reenact the wild wild west y'all

She was Calamity Jane's

Great great granddaughter

Oh and she was my bus driver