"Stop that train I wanna' get off"      Well..   It's 4:00 a.m. I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale   I've got nothing to lose so I'm pissin' on the third rail   Groggy eyed and fried I'm headed for the station   D-Train ride Coney Island vacation   Dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train   They'll be kickin' out windows high on cocaine   And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token   Riding between the cars pissin' smokin'   Head for the last car fluorescent light blackout   Policeman told my homeboy yo put that crack out   You know you light up when the lights go down   And then you read the New York Post Fulton St. downtown   Same faces every day but you don't know their names   Party people going placed on the D-Train      "Stop that train I wanna' get off"   "Stop that train I wanna' get off"       Check it..   Trench coat wing tip going to work   And you be pulling a train like Captain Kirk   Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts   I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz   Overworked and underpaid staring at the floor   Prostitutes spandex caught in the slide doors   Now you're stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity   Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity   A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace   The neck tortoise the Lees I creased   Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin'   Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'   Elevated platform I'm never gonna' conform   Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm   Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes   Over the loud speaker about the hard times   Sat across from a man readin' El Diario   Riding the train down from the El Barrio   Went from the station to Orange Julius   I Bought a hot dog from who George Drakoulias