Subway riders sittin’ in a line, faces painted and pale
Young man sittin’ with his face in a book, old lady hangin’ on to the rail.
Train keeps pickin’ up people like a vacuum packed can
Who’s bitin’ my hand?
Buck toothed girl on a subway sign says here job pays two hundred a week
Then there’s the guy in a cowboy hat smokin’ horse dung and sayin’ it’s sweet.
Long haired freak, peace sign on his back, beatin’ on an elderly man
Who’s bitin’ my hand!
The man with his armpit over my face smells like he hasn’t washed all year
And on the other side is a peacock lady whose poodle keeps kissin’ my ear
On second thought that peacock lady may just turn out to be a man
Ow! Oh! Ow! Oh! Who’s bitin’ my hand!!
(That hurts Godarn it! Cut it out!!)
The old lady she just fell to the floor, musta been because of the heat
Young man still’s got his face in a book, doesn’t want to give up his seat
People all standing round makin’ like they don’t understand
Ow! Oh! Ow! Oh! That does it! Gonna turn around and knock that dude right…
MaryAnn?? What’re you doin’ here? Hell I ain’t seen you since high school
How are ya?…Oh, you can’t talk with my hand stuck in your mouth
Sorry ‘bout that, would you like to sit down? Sure, you can have my seat
No, don’t worry ‘bout that old lady, she’s probably been lyin’ there for two weeks.
Music and Lyrics by L.E. Kalikow ©2016 Song Attack (BMI)
℗ 2016 L.E.Kalikow LLC. All Rights Reserved