Chicago - A message from the station manager

Elonorail

‘Genuine, Bona Fide, Teslafied’

Well, sir, there’s nothing on Earth
Like a genuine, bona fide
Teslafied, airport Elonorail
What’d I say?
Elonorail
What’s it called?
Elonorail
That’s right! Elonorail
Elonorail
Elonorail
Elonorail


I hear those things cost an awful lot
We’ll use money from taxing pot
Is there a chance the tunnel could collapse?
Not on your life, you buncha saps
What about the right-of-ways?
The city council will have zero nays
Were you sent here by the Devil?
No, good sir, by Rahm Emanuel
The lid came off my garbage can
Tell it to the committeeman
I swear it’s Chicago’s only choice
Don’t go beefin’, making noise
Elonorail
What’s it called?
Elonorail
Once again
Elonorail
But Western Avenue’s all cracked and broken
Sorry, mom, the mob has spoken
Elonorail!
Elonorail!
Elonorail!
Elonorail!
Elono, d’oh!

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Posted on June 18, 2018