The Deadwood stage is coming on over the hills, The driver's happy, popping those Ecstasy pills, And the passengers dream In an S and M way, Of whip crackaway, whip crackaway, whip crackaway. The Deadwood stage is coming on over the plain, The driver's Charlie, but claims his name is Jane, In gingham and pearls, He's glad to be gay, whip crack... etc. It's homeward bound, Loaded down, Springs are near to breaking, straining hard. Got no brakes, Hope she takes, Her last ride to Dooley's breakers yard. The Deadwood stage is thundering over the trail, The bums who built it should all be locked in jail. A Friday job, 'Fore getting their pay, Shafts breakaway etc. The spec said screws , but they just banged in nails, There'll sure be carnage, when the flooring fails And shafts breakaway... etc.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004