Gravy Train

Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Past the coal mines black and scarred

Starter houses in the loading yard

On the Gravy Train, On the Gravy Train

There's the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Never thank each other or their lucky stars

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

That's worse than ingratitude

Worse than a piss poor attitude

On the Gravy Train, Gravy Train

Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Some act tough, some act rude

Some bit of fluff complain about the food

You want to see somebody getting really rude

Get on the Gravy Train, Gravy Train

Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track,

And they're gonna be ridin' in an old caboose

Coming back

There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade

Ridin' on the Gravy Train

Free loader licks my boots

Tells me how he digs my suit

You got lucky son, don't get cute

Get on the Gravy Train