metro regrets.... as sung by men in suits

[ozbob]

Coarse language warning ..

metro regrets.... as sung by men in suits

[Stillwater]

Quick!  Invite the choir to Brisbane for a performance on the steps of the Anzac Memorial.

[Stillwater]

Here is a song for the choir to practice - Ode to the Sunshine Coast Line
Feel free to add versus -- for the crowds to sing outside the Nambour Community Centre on December 4th.

QUICK QUICK QUICK
(To be sung to the tune of 'Click Go the Shears')

Chorus:
Here comes the train folks, quick, quick, quick
All aboard to Nambour, it won't be slick
Chugging through all stations as passengers grow old
It's a better service. Dont, complain, we are all told.

Verses:
Out on the platform, the old widow stands
Clasping her go-card with thin bony hands
The schoolkids,  mums and the workers are there too
All hoping for a seat on the five-o-two.

Can't wait around for the five forty-seven
We clamour for the door.  It is Armageddon!
Arms feet and hands all clawing for some space
The train surges forward and begins to pick up pace

Spread-eagled on the concrete the old woman sighs
As the an-noun-cer trots out the lies
'One fifty thousand extra seats waiting for your bums'

[Stillwater]

Oops, missing a line:

QUICK QUICK QUICK
(To be sung to the tune of 'Click Go the Shears')

Chorus:
Here comes the train folks, quick, quick, quick
All aboard to Nambour, it won't be slick
Chugging through all stations as passengers grow old
It's a better service. Dont, complain, we are all told.

Verses:
Out on the platform, the old widow stands
Clasping her go-card with thin bony hands
The schoolkids,  mums and the workers are there too
All hoping for a seat on the five-o-two.

Can't wait around for the five forty-seven
We clamour for the door.  It is Armageddon!
Arms feet and hands all clawing for some space
The train surges forward and begins to pick up pace

Spread-eagled on the concrete the old woman sighs
As the an-noun-cer trots out the lies
'One fifty thousand extra seats waiting for your bums'
A message for deaf ears on the train to the sun.

[Stillwater]

Another verse:

[Stillwater]

All together now:

QUICK QUICK QUICK
(To be sung to the tune of 'Click Go the Shears')

Chorus:
Here comes the train folks, quick, quick, quick
All aboard to Nambour, it won't be slick
Chugging through all stations as passengers grow old
It's a better service. Dont, complain, we are all told.

Verses:
Out on the platform, the old widow stands
Clasping her go-card with thin bony hands
The schoolkids,  mums and the workers are there too
All hoping for a seat on the five-o-two.

Can't wait around for the five forty-seven
We clamour for the door.  It is Armageddon!
Arms feet and hands all clawing for some space
The train surges forward and begins to pick up pace

Spread-eagled on the concrete the old woman sighs
As the an-noun-cer trots out the lies
'One fifty thousand extra seats waiting for your bums'
A message for deaf ears on the train to the sun.

Past the Glasshouse Mountains, the ranks begin to thin
But thrust so close together, we feel like kith and kin
The Scrabble and the games boards help pass the time of day
As we all begin to plot and chant – Anna, you will pay!

[ozbob]

 

[Stillwater]

And a final verse...

We clatter into Nambour, our journey's at an end
Tho' others deride it, our lifestyle we defend
Home to our families, our dinner burnt to toast
Ready for the morning ride, from the Sunny Coast.