It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation this one's
Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars pissing smoking
Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy yo put that crack out
You know you light up when the lights go down
And the you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown
Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going placed on the D-Train Stop that train, I wanna get off...
Check it...
Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like your Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz
Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor
Prostitutes spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck tortoise your Lees I creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin
Elevated platform I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth with busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog from who George Drakoulias
