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Saturday, February 1, 2014

Fringeville #100, February 1 2014


GHOST RIDERS LCTA...

An old fogie from Plains went ridin' out one dark and windy day
An LCTA bus was city bound and it whisked him on his way
When all at once a mighty herd of senior citizens he saw
A-boarding his bus on Public Square,

Spectral pop-pops and grandmaws

Their walkers made of brass and their shopping bags tinted teal
Their bus passes were afire and their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they inched on down the aisle
For he saw the Riders comin' slow and heard their mournful cry

Yippie yi aaaay
Yippie yi ohhhh,
Ghost Riders LCTA


Their faces gaunt, their eyes was blurred,

Their shirts was soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to go to the mall,

but they ain't got there yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever these phantoms will never die
On buses belching black smoke, as they ride on hear their cry

Yippie yi aaaay
Yippie yi ohhhh,
Ghost Riders LCTA


As the riders sat around him, he heard one call his name
"If you want to save your soul you best get off this bus today
Get off right now or straight to a grand jury you will ride
Or worse you'll be a phantom too, and sit forever at my side!"

Yippie yi aaaay
Yippie yi ohhhh,
Ghost Riders LCTA

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