We wait for the bus that's going to Bangor
In my plaid dress and burgundy shoes
In your red lipstick and lilac kerchief
You're the most pretty lady in the world
In the sun, in the sun

The bus driver smiles, a dime and a nickel
Climb on our seats, the vinyl is cold
Michelle, ma belle, the song that you loved then
You hold my hand and sing to yourself
In the sun, in the sun

The leaves are green and new like a baby
Tulips are red and I don't miss the snow
It's the first day I don't wear my big boots
You hold my hand, I've got burgundy shoes
Burgundy shoes, burgundy shoes