Well, gather 'round, I got a tale so bizarre,

About Billie the bus driver and a taco from afar.

Billie was cruisin’ down the asphalt lane,

With a smile on his face, singing sweet refrain.

But from outta nowhere, in a blur and a twist,

A taco on a motorcycle, came right through the mist!

Oh, Billie got flattened, but he rose from the dead,

With a wild-eyed vengeance, it’s all in his head!

He grabbed that taco, made of salsa and cheese,

Revenge served cold, oh it came with ease.

With a twist of the wheel, and a flick of the wrist,

He chased down that taco, it was hard to resist!

Oh, Billie got revenge on that taco delight,

Now dressed in his best, he was ready to fight!

The cops were a-comin’, lights flashing and bright,

Surrounded our Billie in the dead of the night,

"Stop right there, driver! This is your last ride!"

But Billie just chuckled, his heart full of pride.

Dancing through shadows, he called out, "Not yet!"

The taco’s sweet ghost still gave him a debt.

With a moonlit stride, he moved like a breeze,

But the sirens were wailing, you could hear them with ease.

Oh, Billie, oh Billie, what’s to become?

A life full of tacos, but now on the run!

[Solo]

(Instrumental jazz journey with trumpet and piano, expressing the chase)

[Key Change]

(Shift to a higher key, adding energy)

The chase it was lively, the stakes ever true,

Billie breaking free, what would he do?

But in a flash of blue lights, it all turned to gray,

Billie was cornered, the cops led the fray.

With a final jazz note, they pulled the trigger tight,

Oh, what a strange tale in the fading of night!

[Fade-Out]

Billie the bus driver, gone from our view,

But forever remembered in this jazzy blues stew...