Blue Line Blues, Vol. 2

In and out, what a mob
You miss your training and you lose your job
That Blue Line Blues
That Blue Line Blues
Five day a week
I get the Blue Line Blues

Grab a strap, hold on tight
'Cause if you let go mister
Good night
That Blue Line Blues
That Blue Line Blues
From LA to Long Beach
I get those Blue Line Blues

Ooooo, ride, ride, ride, everybody
Hold tight, everybody
To the rhythm of the Blue Line
Those Blue Line Blues
When you're riding up and downtown
You get those Blue Line Blues

Read your paper so the time will fly
Chewing gum is on your seat and elbows are in your eye
A fat man sits beside you and squeezes you real tight
If you act like you don't like it he's ready for a fight
Your packed like a sardine, you get those Blue Line Blues

Comin' home in the morning 'bout a half past two
You feel so tired, you don't know what to do
Along comes a drunk, he's just as high as he can be
He says "Hello, baby! Don't you remember me?"
That's the Blue Line, you've got those Blue Line Blues

Ooooo, ride, ride, ride, everybody
Hold tight, everybody
To the rhythm of the Blue Line
Those Blue Line Blues
When you're riding up and downtown
You get those Blue Line Blues

Get out looking sharp with your clothes all pressed
A little brat smears chocolate all over your dress
Your shoes are shined, your hairs in place
You get off looking like Chief Rain-In-The-Face
That's the Blue Line,
You got those Blue Line Blues

Ooooo, ride, ride, ride, everybody
Hold tight, everybody
To the rhythm of the Blue Line
Those Blue Line Blues
When you're riding up and downtown
You get those Blue Line Blues