Purple anteater waits on the cornerWinging one night I’m slightOpen eyes just to see the peopleThat you don’t play at allSee them fallWhen you think it’s easyJust believe you’re deceivedThe anteater waits for the busHe’s waiting for his momWhere’s she gone?So he sits on by the phoneFeeling tired and aloneWhen will she appear?It’s not clearWhen you think it’s easyJust believe you’re deceivedThe anteater waits for the busHe’s waiting for his momWhere’s she gone?