| Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Leaving all the places that they really ought to be
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Past the coal mines black and scarred
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| Starter houses in the loading yard
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| On the Gravy Train, On the Gravy Train
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| There’s the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Never thank each other or their lucky stars
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| That’s worse than ingratitude
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| Worse than a piss poor attitude
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| On the Gravy Train, Gravy Train
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| Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Some act tough, some act rude
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| Some bit of fluff complain about the food
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| You wanna see somebody getting really rude
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| Get on the Gravy Train, Gravy Train
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| Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track
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| And they’re gonna be ridin' in an old caboose
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| Coming back
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| There’s the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade
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| Ridin' on the Gravy Train
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| Freeloader licks my boots
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| Tells me how he digs my suit
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| You got lucky son, don’t get cute
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| Get on the Gravy Train |