Waverley Junction (1983)

At Waverley Junction the engines are silver With ebony fly-wheels. The coaches are never empty The lines are of tungsten, they're truer than justice The sleepers are jade, they're glowing and lustrous At Waverley Junction Driver McMichael and Fireman Greasy Are waiting the signal, the train will be leaving early So here's to their final and formalised duty The tea is from China; it's brewed to perfection and then Jesus Christ, there's dregs in m'teacup! Who should have strained it? Greasy, where are you? Out of the cabin, lad. Shut down the engines! Shut down the station, call down the union! They're not getting away with this! Don't be defeated, never you be chided The workers united can never be divided! Call down the signals, throw down a picket line! Shut down the station, call down the union! They're not getting away with this! Now all that the coaches will ever convey Are flowers of innocence, withered away And it's true Now Driver McMichael and Fireman Greasy Are waiting the signal, for they will be leaving Waverley Junction Waverley Junction was easy