- Trad' - J. Steiner, B. Hawes - Murphys' Version - Casey, Barton -
Now let me tell you a story of a big ole' skinhead On a tragic and fateful day
He put 10 cents in his pocket kissed his wife and family And went to ride on
the M.B.T.A
chorus: Did he ever return, no he never returned and his fate is still unknown
he may ride forever neath the Streets of Boston he's a skinhead who never
returned
Skinhead goes down to the Kendall Sq. Station and he changes For Jamaica Plain,
the conductor says skinhead I need a nickel, skinhead (punches him in the
brain) or (throws him right off the train.
chorus:
Now all night long skinhead drives through the station Wondering who can I go
and see Can't afford to buy crack in Chelsea or a bundle in Roxbury
chorus:
Skinhead's wife goes to the Scully Square Station Everyday at quarter past two,
and through the open window She hands skinhead a grenade as the train comes a
rumbling through
chorus:
Now you citizens of Boston don't you think its a scandal How the skinhead stole
the train What's the big fuckin' deal, he'll work for beer Let the skinhead
drive the train