CASEY JONES (bawdy)

If all you little bastards will leave me alone, I'll tell you all the story of Casey Jones,
Casey Jones was a brave engineer and he had a little fireman who was mighty queer.
The caller called Casey at half past four, he screwed his wife, then he screwed his whore,
He mounted to the cabin with his pecker in his hand, said "it takes a lot of puss to be a railroad man."
Casey Jones, mounted to the cabin, Casey Jones, with his pecker in his hand,
Casey Jones, mounted to the cabin, said it takes alot of puss to be a railroad man.

Hang your head out the window watch the drivers roll, get your dam dirty finger out of my asshole,
We're crossing the trestle into Santa Fe where you can find a little fag and you can spend the day.
Casey had a pecker 'bout two feet long, and that's the reason for this nasty song,
You could always tell by the woman's moan that the man behind the pecker was Casey Jones.
Casey Jones, the man behind the pecker, Casey Jones, made the woman moan.
Casey Jones, the man behind the pecker, the man behind the pecker was Casey Jones.

Now Casey Jones was a son of a bitch, drove his engine into the ditch.
The whistle blew and the engine split, the conductor farted and Casey Shit.
Casey Jones said before he died, there's five more things I'd like to ride.
A tricycle, bicycle, automobile, a bull legged woman and electric eel.

The buried old Casey on the day that he died, the women all came from far and wide,
to see the engineer with the two foot cock, but they couldn't get the lid down on the fuckin box.