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Let me tell you the story
Of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket,
Kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA
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.
Chorus:
Did he ever return,
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearn'd
He may ride forever
'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.
Now all night long
Charlie rides through the tunnels
the station
Saying, "What will become of me?
Crying
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
That the people have to pay and pay
Vote for Walter A. O'Brien
Fight the fare increase!
And fight the fare increase
Vote for George O'Brien!
Get poor Charlie off the MTA.
Chorus:
Or else he'll never return,
No he'll never return
And his fate will be unlear
He may ride forever
'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.
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Let me tell you the story
Of a man named Charlie
Was a native of Danbury.
He filled up his RV,
Loaded wife and fam'ly
And they drove out to Monterey.
Saw the surf and sand,
Went to Knott's & Disney,
Sure 'twas Summer of 2008.
When he tried to go home
They said, "Gas just doubled!"
Charlie couldn't leave West L.A.
Chorus: Did he ever return,
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearn'd
He may sit forever
On the streets of Brentwood
He's the man who never returned.
Now all night long
Charlie sighs in his RV
Saying, "What will become of me?"
He Cried
"How can I afford to see
My sister in Fresno
Or the Trees of Mystery"
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Now you citizens and voters
Don't you think it's a scandal
That the people have to pay and pay?
Vote for Democrats,
Not for oilmen's profits,
Make Obama our new Pres-i-dent.
Or else he'll never return,
No he'll never return
And his fate will be unlearned
He may sit forever
On the streets of Brentwood
He's the man (Who's the man)
He's the man who never returned.
He's the man who never returned.
He's the man who never returned.
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