• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• M.T.A. - Kingston Trio
• M.T.A. - Unknown

Jacqueline Steiner/Bess Hawes
Spoken:
These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied
bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan
Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the
form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you!
(Eight bar guitar, banjo introduction)
Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley on a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M. T. A.
Chorus:
Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned. (What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.)
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned.
Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station and he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie couldn't get off of that train.
(Chorus)
Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station, crying, "What will become of me?!!
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Roxbury?"
(Chorus)
Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two,
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through.
(Chorus)
Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal how the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase! Vote for George O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A.
(Chorus)

SMUT
Smut, give me smut and nothing but, a dirty novel I
can't shut
If it's uncut, and unsub-tle
I've never quibbled, if it was ribald,
I have devoured where others merely nibbled,
And as the judge remarked the day that he acquitted my
Aunt Hortense,
To be smut it must be ut-terly without redeeming social
importance.
Por-nographic pictures I adore, indecent magazines
galore,
I like them more, if they're hard-core.
Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards,
neckties, samplers,
Stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything, more, more,
I'm still not satisfied.
Stories of torture used by debauchers,
Lurid, licentious, and vile, make me smile.
Novels that pander to my taste for candor give me a
pleasure sublime
Let's face it, I love slime.
All books can be indecent books, though recent books
are bolder,
For filth, I'm glad to say, is in the mind of the
beholder.
When correctly viewed, everything is lewd.
I can tell you things about Peter Pan
And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!
I thrill to any book like Fanny Hill, and I suppose I
always will
If it is swill, and really fil-thy.
Who needs a hobby, like tennis, or philately? I've got
a hobby-
Re-reading Lady Chatterly. But now they're trying to
take
It all away from us unless we take a stand and hand in
hand we fight
For freedom of the press, in other words smut (I love
it!)
Ah, the adventures of a slut. Oh, I'm a market they
can't glut
I don't know what compares with smut. Hip hip hooray
let's hear it
For the Supreme Court. Don't let them take it away.