The lady with the faint moustache

She's out of face from smoking hash

She says she's on the game for cash

She tells it to lads yesterday

Both liked it the normal way

And tells me of a usual pay

Down in central station

Waiting on my friend

The girl who works at Casey Jones

She's making meat from broken bones

And answers all the telephones

The old boy who's been on the wine

He reads aloud his broken lines

And tells me that his sun don't shine

Down in central station

Waiting on my friend

Down in central station

This day will never end

The lady's off to pay her rent

And bitch about the government

With every hour that heaven sent

Casey Jones has closed its doors

They've cleaned the tables

Bleached the floors

And the old boy's off to drink some more

Down in central station

Waiting on my friend

Down in central station

This day will never end

This day will never end