Anthony The Cleaner

Across the Urban Jungle Towards the towering poles Old Anthony the cleaner comes riding home from Coles His red bicycle bears him And hard of mood is he Stoutly of his bicycle Oh, best one there could be (Good, Anthony The Cleaner) An hour filled the line With red lights flashing bright And oh the boom gates below Until their shut and right But young Ant' pushes onwards He's done far worse before Hopes to see the other side So he can live once more (Good, Anthony The Cleaner) Now this great bike of Anton The best bike on the streets How fast it was on pavement And to that he repeats: I've beat lights so much shorter When gates were at limit Nor shall this boom gate stop me From saving one minute (Good, Anthony The Cleaner) The Railcar growls a warning The shining solder gleams As the railcar turns its horses To greet the tragic stream But O' the train runs faster Than e'er it moved before Brakes have almost failed And almost nearly swore (Good, Anthony The Cleaner) When fallacy next the tragedy The tracks great lines are bare And, oh body n' limb are flying, 'Till oh they're widespread Fare. And on the lonely pavement The world shall wait in vain. He'll never ride, over-statement. In charge of street again (Good, Anthony The Cleaner) Across the Urban Jungle Towards the towering poles The medic travels onwards Away and right past Coles And blood-stained, cold and crooked Through roads of busy bees While bull-horns and sirens Are sounding noisily (Good, Anthony The Cleaner) The body's in the grave yard The tracks are clear once more And now a clogged main road Is clear for cars to soar But buried in the grave yard And deep in the cold soil O' old Anton rides once more Away he goes to toil (Solo)