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



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