Let me tell you of a story 'bout a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family,
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Went to ride on the M T A.
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But will he ever return? No he'll never return,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
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He's the man who never returned.
Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel."
Charlie could not get off that train.
Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnels
Saying, "What will become of me?
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea
Or my cousin in Roxbury?"
Charlie's wife goes down to the Scollay Square station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumblin' through.
Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal,
How the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase, vote for Michael Curley
Get poor Charlie off the M T A!