The poem
I own a gorgeous Cadillac, A chauffeur garbed in blue; And as I sit behind his back His beefy neck I view. Yet let me whisper, though you may Think me a queer old cuss, From Claude I often sneak away To board a bus.
A democrat, I love the crowd, The bustle and the din; The market wives who gab aloud As they go out and in. I chuckle as I pay my dime, With mien meticulous: You can't believe how happy I'm; Aboard a bus.
The driver of my Cadillac Has such a haughty sneer; I'm sure he would give me the sack If he beheld me here. His horror all my friends would share Could they but see me thus: A gleeful multi-millionaire Aboard a bus.