Well, I guess we need a verse for Bert's kippers..................

August on the City of New Orleans
Delta rollin' by and hot as hell.
Somethin' in the mail car gettin' rancid
Switchmen fainting cold from the passing smell.
The Conductor he investigates
'Fore we head to them pearly gates
While the engineer's high ballin' on the main.
Shouting loudly as he finds a niche
That holds a box of rotting fish
"Throw these fuckin' kippers off my train!"

Spaw