Welcome to aikentheband!   Please enjoy your stay!   Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charlie   On a tragic and fateful day   He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family   Went to ride on the MTA   Well, did he ever return?   No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned   (What a pity)   He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston   And he's the man who never returned   Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station   And he changed for Jamaica Plain   When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel"   Charlie couldn't get off of that train!   But did he ever return?   No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned   (Poor old Charlie)   He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston   He's the man who never returned   Now, all night long Charlie rides through the station   Crying, "What will become of me?   How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea   Or my cousin in Roxbury?"   But did he ever return?   No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned   (Poor old Charlie)   He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston   He's the man who never returned   Charlie's wife goes down to the Scollay Square station   Every day at quarter past two   And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich   As the train comes rumblin' through!   But did he ever return?   No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned   (Poor old Charlie)   He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston   He's the man who never returned   Now, you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal   How the people have to pay and pay?   Fight the fare increase, vote for George O'Brian!   Get poor Charlie off the MTA!   Or else he'll never return   No, he'll never return and his fate is still unlearned   He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston   He's the man who never returned   He's the man who never returned   Et tu, Charlie?