When you're dying on the platform from the heat and the smoke And the skinny girl from Teaneck thinks it's all some kinda joke Waiting on the "G" train and the AC is broke But thank god for the F train Some people ride to work some people ride to war Some people got no idea what they're riding for Some people get on board just because they shut the door But thank god for the F train It might be raining on the surface, coming down in sheets Forget the car service, nothing's moving on the streets You gotta get to mid town and there's no service on your phone? Well get yourself a ticket and join the underground There's a drummer down in Chelsea trying to get to union hall There's a real estate broker trying to make that conference call There's a guy sellin' umbrellas before the prices fall They all thank god for the F train There's a politician out hustling up some votes There's a statistician counting up some goats Me, I'm wondering what those girls are hiding in their coats And here comes the river, you think this baby floats? You can thank old Ronald Reagan for screwing up the skies And you can thank the boys at NORML for tryin' to decriminalize And you can thank that place in Redhook for those fine key-lime pies But thank god for the F train