Here’s the version I know of the MTA song:

Now let me tell you a story
’bout a man named Charlie
On this tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket
Kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA

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But did he ever return
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned (Poor old Charlie)
He may ride forever
‘neath the streets of Boston
He’s the man who never returned

Charlie handed in his dime
At the Kendal Square Station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there the conducter
Told him “one more nickel”
Charlie couldn’t get off of that train

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Now all night long
Charlie rides through the tunnel
Saying “What will become of me?”
How can I afford
To see my sister Chelsie
Or my cousin in Roxbury?

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Charlie’s wife goes down
To the Scolley Square Station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window
She hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumbling through

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