The end
of the line is near
The CTA
says that its curtains
|
Eliminate the routes
and raise the fares
Cutting service
of this I’m certain
How can they
get away with this
And may I say
not in a nice way
The public will pay
They don’t care anyway
And they call it
Doomsday
Regrets
I have a few
But not enough
To get their attention
To get to work
What will I do
Take a cab, go broke
And lose my pension
How can they
get away with this
And may I say
Not in a nice way
Have a nice day
That’s what they say
And they call it
Doomsday
Mayor Daley
doesn’t seem to care
He goes to work
in one of his limos
Governor Boyovich
takes a helicopter where he goes
Those legislators Downstate
All take the I-55 highway
The voters’ sin
better start walkin’
And they call it
Doomsday
On the bus
I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve even tried
a little snoozin’
With cell phone yakkers
On both sides
Sleep is what
I was losin’
You think
I’ll miss all that
Maybe not
On a Friday
Now it’s all moot
They don’t give a hoot
and they call it
Doomsday
A working man
What has he got
No bus, no train
Gee, thanks a lot
Hey Huberman
See how it feels
Try and get to work
without any wheels
The record shows
The CTA blows
And they call it
Doomsday
Settle this
who knows
when hell has froze
And they call it
Doomsday
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Also from the Beachwood Political Parody vault:
* Patti Just Sold A Home For The Holidays
* I Had A Crush On Obama
* Tap Three Times: The Larry Craig Song
* Little George Bush
* Hillary, Hillary
Posted on September 24, 2008