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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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? CHORUS 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 CHORUS