Why Is Fergie On Bus Radio?

October 28, 2007
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Fergie is the name of a singer.

Bus Radio employees love her, and because they do, children riding buses with Bus Radio will get to love her also.

She records some songs that don’t have explicit lyrics but she her best known songs have sexual content, alcohol references, and profanity. Drinking is made glamorous in her songs.

Bus Radio is providing Fergie with a unique opportunity to get her name and songs known by middle school and elementary school students. Not only is Bus Radio playing some of Fergie’s music on its buses but they are also hosting a contest to get kids deeply involved in Fergie and her style of music.

Above: Bus Radio believes it is acceptable to play the "clean" version of "Glamorous" on school buses. Many parents would disagree.

Below: A young person cannot possibly win Bus Radio’s contest without singing Fergie’s "Big Girls Don’t Cry." The song is from the explicit CD above.

 

Bus Radio’s sales representatives are not telling school boards the truth about their company. Board members who being misled by very carefully worded sales claims. No profanity will indeed be heard on Bus Radio’s show but profanity will be communicated to kids. When Bus Radio bleeps out a vulgar word, there will be some kids on the bus who will know what the word was and they will shout it out. Even if they don’t, the song will communicate what the word is.

Bus Radio doesn’t come out and tell school boards that they will indeed be promoting and plugging artists and bands who are very well known for their lewd music and profane lyrics. Bus Radio is simply playing a word game with lazy school board members who don’t have the time or the inclination to do any research on the company. "Clean" songs from dirty music acts is what Bus Radio is delivering.

If you are like many children and don’t know Fergie’s music, check out some of her lyrics. There is also a You Tube link that will give you a better idea of Fergie’s style.

Fergie – "Glamorous" lyrics (alcohol references, profanity)

A version of this song was played on Bus Radio. Bus Radio refuses to publish its playlist.

We flying first class, up in the sky
Poppin’ champagne, livin’ my life
In the fast lane, and I won’t change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy

The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
by the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
by the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy

Wear them gold and diamonds rings
All them things don’t mean a thing
Chaperones and limousines
Shopping for expensive thangs

I be on the movie screens
Magazines and bougeois scenes
I’m not clean, I’m not pristine
I’m no queen, I’m no machine

I still go to Taco Bell
Drive thru, raw as hell
I don’t care, I’m still real
No matter how many records I sell

After the show or after the Grammys
I like to go cool out with the family
Sippin’, reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang

First class, up in the sky
Poppin’ champagne, livin’ my life
In the fast lane, and I won’t change
By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy

The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
by the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy
The glamorous, the glamorous, glamorous
by the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy

I’m talking champagne wi-ishes, caviar drea-ea-eams
You deserve nothing but all the finer thi-i-ings
Now this whole world has no clue what to do with us
I’ve got enough money in the bank for the two of us

First I gotta keep enough lettuce to support your shoe fetish
Lifestyles so rich and famous Robin Leach will get jealous
Half a million for the stones, taking trips from here to Rome
So if you ain’t got no money take yo’ broke ass home

G-L-A-M…O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M…O-R-O-U-S

G-L-A-M…O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M…O-R-O-U-S

I got problems up to here, I’ve got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don’t want to know (f*** y’all)
I’ve got money in the bank and I’d really like to thank
All the fans, I’d like to thank, thank you really though

Cause I remember yesterday when I dreamt about the days
When I’d rock on MTV, that be really dope
Damn, It’s been a long road and the industry is cold
I’m glad my daddy told me so, he let his daughter know.

(If you ain’t got no money take yo’ broke ass home) My daddy told me so
(If you ain’t got no money take yo’ broke ass home) He let his daughter know
(If you ain’t got no money take yo’ broke ass home) My daddy told me so
(If you ain’t got no money take yo’ broke ass home) He let his daughter know.

 

 

Fergie – "London Bridge" lyrics (Sexual content, alcohol references, profanity)

This song was not played on Bus Radio to our knowledge. This is just a sample of the musical acts that are getting incredible publicity on Bus Radio’s show.

Listen to Bus Radio’s favorite singer Fergie Warning Explicit Lyrics

Oh s*** (oh s***) (x3)
Are you ready for this?
Oh s*** (oh s***)
Ohhhhh
It’s me, Fergie
The Pimp!
Polo! Polo !
Fergie Ferg, what’s up, baby?

[Verse 1]
When I come to the club, step aside. ( Oh s*** )
Part the seas, don’t be having me in da line. ( Oh s*** )
V.I.P., ‘cause you know I gotta shine. ( Oh s*** )
I’m Fergie Ferg, and me love you long time ( Oh s*** )

All my girls get down on the flo’, ( oh s*** )
Back to back, drop it down real low.( oh s*** )
I’m such a lady, but I’m dancing like a ho, ( oh s*** )
‘Cause you know I don’t give a f***, so here we go! ( oh s*** )

[Chorus]
How come everytime you come around,
My London, London bridge, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, we going down like…

How come everytime you come around,
My London, London bridge, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, we going down like…

[Bridge]As the drinks start pouring,
And my speech start slurring,
Everybody start looking real good. ( oh snap )

[Verse 2]that Grey goose got your girl feeling loose.
Now I’m wishing that I didn’t wear these shoes (I hate heels).
it’s like everytime I get up on the dude,
Paparazzi put my business in the news.

And I’m like get up out my face, (oh s***)
‘fo turn around and spray your ass with mace, (oh s***)
My lips make you wanna have a taste. (oh s***)
You got that…?
I got the bass.

[Chorus]
How come everytime you come around,
My London, London bridge, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, wanna go down like,
London, London, London, we going down like…