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LORD OF THE IRT Oh, I rode on a Friday when the trains all stalled Well, the muggers came out and all of us were malled The doors wouldn't open or the lights go on But what the hell, the trains rolled on Ride, then whoever you may be For I am the lord of the IRT And I'll lead you all wherever you may be I'll lead you all to the BMT I rode in the summer with the heat turned high The cars were packed and all of us were fry I have ridden all the lines, even IND But nothing does compare with the IRT I rode with a woman with a brown paper sack It's hard to ride with an elbow in your back The crazies and the drunks came running through And for seventy five cents you can join them, too And then one day there began a strike I said, ``Thank God,'' and I trotted out my bike The drivers of the cars all came out, too They ran me down, then they said they'd sue @train @city @parody filename[ LORDIRT TUNE FILE: LORDANCE CLICK TO PLAY BR |
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