THE GREAT WESTERN LINE
The alarm goes off,enough to waken the dead
You push down the button,jump straight out of bed
You have a quick shower,quick shave of the legs
Then sit down to breakfast of bacon
and eggs
"The Great Western Line"
visions unfold
Of great shiny engines of scarlet
and gold
In luxurious coaches that feel just
like heaven
Running from
Your treated as though your a V.I.P.
guest
Clickety clicking through towns and the farm
And treated with something called
old-fashioned charm
But back to reality you get off the
loo
The train your to catch is the 7-02
The weather looks nice,the forecast is fine
As you head down the road to the
Great Western Line
You get to the station and run down
the stairs
There's some in long trousers,some showing their hairs
They are all heading for town,
including job seekers
When this melodious voice comes over
the speakers
"One drivers
not in, fell over his dog
Three very sick with a dose of the
wog
They are in a bad way cannot get off
the dunny"
The crowd start to laugh, they all
think it funny
Their grins slowly turn into a big
boo
"The first train cancelled is
the 7-02
I've also to tell you the next one is late
That's the one due from Penrith, the
7-08
The platform fills up, they are
preparing to crush
The train pulls in and you prepare
for the rush
You put yout
head down and charge like wild bulls
It's better than watching the live
Aussie rules
You kick peoples
shins, tread right on their toes
The guard blows his whistle, the
doors start to close
You jerk and you judder towards
Seven Hills
Then you look in your purse for a
couple of pills
This happens
each station till you get to Redfern
Some lady in the middle has had a
bit of a turn
You peer through the mist and the
cigarette smoke
Not long to go and you think
"What a joke
Then just as you think that your going allright
Your stopped outside Central by a bloody red light
The carraige
gets stuffy,your feeling quite
low
Because the girl next too you has a
touch of B.O.
Every-ones moaning they are all late
for work
Then all of a sudden the train gives
a lurch
They all give a cheer and burst into
song
But just down the track some-thing
else has gone wrong
The train in front has blown an air
line
You look at your watch and it's
You wait for 10 minutes, the train
starts to move
But you know that your
stuck in a perpetual groove
You are minding your own business
looking out on the track
When you feel this finger massaging
your back
Your heart beats faster, your
stomach it curdles
As you feel a hand sliding under
your girdle
The man next to you you hit like
a rocket
"It's not me" he cries
"Me hands in me
pocket"
You apologise quickly and straighten
his tie
As both of your breasts poke him
right in the eye
At last you arrive at your
destination
Pour out of the train and out of the
station
Show your pass to the collector
there by the gate
And run down the road your half an
hour late
The boss gets out of his
air-conditioned car
Thinking of his golf score which was
two under par
He gives you a glare and he says
"You look shocking"
"Your dress is all sweaty, a
hole in your stocking"
Your hairs in a mess and your
make-up has run"
And you feel like kicking him right
up the bum
"I want you cleaner than this
and straighten your back"
"Or I can see you ending up
with the sack
Now the Minister's having a go at
his job
But he inherited this trash from the
previous mob
Some trains are dirty,smelly and dark
They look like they have come
straight out the ark
The new trains are cleaner,quieter and light
The've an upstairs and downstairs and look very bright
Lets hope he can get them to all run on time
And this is the end of a very good
rhyme
By Eddie The
Pom