This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb - Casey Jones lyrics

The Workers on the S. P. line to strike sent out a call But Casey Jones, the engineer, he wouldn't strike at all His boiler it was leaking, and its drivers on the bum And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb. Casey Jones kept his junk pile running Casey Jones, scabbing double time Casey Jones, he got a wooden medal For being good and faithful on the S.P. line. The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us with our strike?" But Casey said, "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike." Then Casey's wheezy engine ran right off the worn-out track, And Casey hit the river with an awful crack. Casey Jones hit the river bottom Casey Jones broke his fool spine Casey Jones was an Angeleno, He took a trip to heaven on the S. P. line. Casey went to heaven, right up to the Pearly Gate, Said, "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S. P. freight." "You're just the man," said Peter, "our musicians went on strike, You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like." Casey Jones got a job in heaven Casey Jones, doing mighty fine Casey Jones went scabbing on the angels, Just like he did to workers on the S. P. line. The angels got together and they said it wasn't fair For Casey Jones to go around, scabbing everywhere. The Angel Union No. 23 they were there, And they promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stair. Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying Casey Jones, the Devil said, "Oh fine! Casey Jones, get busy shoveling sulfur That's what you get for scabbing on the S.P. Line." (Merci à teknopuck pour cettes paroles)