Trainless in Guangzhou

(sung to Gilligan’s Island)

Oh, sit right up and read a tale,
A tale without a prayer
That started in this rainy place,
That’s called the Dragon’s Lair.

It was bitter cold and drizzly
For ‘ere a long, long day
A drearier place ever seen,
No man alive could say.

So into the station we went
To head back to Hong Kong
And snaking lines did greet our eyes,
And heavens they were long

Huddles of people on the floor,
Gathered here and spilling there,
Eating their food and spitting shells
Sweat and cigarettes stain the air.

Snows up north have blocked the lines,
The people they are stuck,
Half a million souls, maybe more,
Are totally sh*t out of luck.

No holiday for these poor folk
All their bags brought for naught
The iron rooster is snowed out
No more the strutting cock.