Orgy on the F Train
it kicked off quite simply, one more crowded sub-commute
on the new york city metro, along the midtown route
the usual suspects staring into space
bankers, beggars, artists, every size and every race
when all of a sudden a tiny teenage miss
grabs a lawyer of forty and plants a wet kiss
and before you can say "public transportation"
the crowded car erupts in a frenzied gyration
it's an orgy on the subway
i was hoping this would happen someday
it's an orgy on the f train
the uptown f already left but here it comes again
dresses started dropping, pants did the same
young and old and hot and cold; friend, no one did abstain
not even the conductor, though as you might guess
she said "next stop 34th street...awww...yesss, yessss!"
it's an orgy on the subway
i was hoping this would happen someday
it's an orgy on the f train
the uptown f already left but here it comes again
and like most dreams come true, the moment it was through
we did our utmost to just keep our poise
and though I can't bring back how we got back on track
we soon dispersed and I praised and cursed once-in-a-lifetime joys
but every now and then a girl will catch my eye
i'll say "you look real familiar," she'll say "hmm... i wonder why"
we'll shrug our shoulders, knowing in our minds we've met before
though last time it was pressed up to a sliding metal door
it was an orgy on the subway
i just knew it had to happen someday
it was an orgy on the f train
that uptown f already left and then it came again