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'Twas the night before York

And all through the house

Train boxes were stacked 

Right next to my spouse

 

Dining room, kitchen

Bedroom and bath

"Move them," she cried

Shaking with wrath

 

Orange ones here

Purple in the sink

She grabbed for my Hudson

My courage did shrink

 

"You buy them

Then sell them 

You misguided man"

 

"Then buy them again

As fast as you can"

 

"They're coming

They're going

I never know which

 

"I'll call on Mike Reagan

Cause on you he'll snitch

 

"You ordered that Big Boy

So don't you deny

Lives there a train

You don't want to buy?"

 

Oh Mike Wolff

Oh Scott Mann

Oh diesels and steamers

 

You train nuts

With whistles

Are railroad dreamers

 

So drive off to York

To hustle your toys

I simply surrender 

Cause boys will be boys

 

That last stanza needs some work. I needed something to rhyme with toys.

Sigh . . .

 

 

 

 

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'Twas the night before York

did I book where to stay?

Will I go cheap?

Or will I pay?

 

The Rodeway wasn't THAT bad

as far as I recall

Will Mike remember

hookers in the hall?

 

Dave Allen's not here,

so he won't complain

that there's smack heads and hookers

in the back lane.

 

Darn it all

it's all booked out

I guess sleeping in the car

is what it's about.

 

So Mike says to me

no room at the Inn?

I'll take the back seat

pass me the gin.

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