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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 it's 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