Songtext Casey jones This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb

Casey jones

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."