Let me tell you the story of a man named Charlie:
On a dark and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket and he kissed his loving family
And he went to ride the MTA.
Did he ever return? No, he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever ’neath the streets of Boston
He’s the man who never returned.
Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station
Then he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him, “One more nickel!”
Charlie couldn’t get off that train.
As his train rolled on through Greater Boston,
Charlie looked around and sighed,
“Well, I’m sore and disgusted and I’m absolutely busted
I guess this is my last long ride.”
Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnel
Saying, “What will become of me?
And how can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea
Or my brother in Roxbury?”
Charlie’s wife goes down to the Scollay Square station
Every day at a quarter past two,
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As his train comes rumbling through.
Now, citizens of Boston, don’t you think it is a scandal
That the people have to pay and pay?
Vote for Walter A. O’Brien and fight the fare increase.
Get poor Charlie off that MTA!
© 1956 by Atlantic Music Corp. Used with permission of Atlantic Music Corp.
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