Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beau
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Midgley
Composer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Christopher John Trevor Midgley
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