Gravy Train

Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories Ridin' on the Gravy Train Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave Ridin' on the Gravy Train Past the coal mines black and scarred Starter houses in the loading yard On the Gravy Train, On the Gravy Train There's the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars Ridin' on the Gravy Train Never thank each other or their lucky stars Ridin' on the Gravy Train That's worse than ingratitude Worse than a piss poor attitude On the Gravy Train, Gravy Train Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on Ridin' on the Gravy Train Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn Ridin' on the Gravy Train Some act tough, some act rude Some bit of fluff complain about the food You wanna see somebody getting really rude Get on the Gravy Train, Gravy Train Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track, And they're gonna be ridin' in an old caboose Coming back Solo: There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade Ridin' on the Gravy Train Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade Ridin' on the Gravy Train Free loader licks my boots Tells me how he digs my suit You got lucky son, don't get cute Get on the Gravy Train Solo: A (untill fade out)