30,000 Lbs. of Bananas

It was just after dark
 When the truck started down
 The hill that leads into
 Scranton, Pennsylvania
 Carrying 30,000 pounds of bananas
 Carrying 30,000 pounds (hit it, Big John!)
 (Of bananas)
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 He was a young driver
 Just out on his second job
 And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
 For everyone in that coal-scarred city
 Where children play without despair
 In backyard slagpiles
 And folks manage to eat each day
 About 30,000 pounds of bananas
 Yes, just about 30,000 pounds (scream it again, John)
 (Of bananas)
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 He passed a sign that he should have seen
 Saying "Shift to low gear
 A fifty dollar fine, my friend"
 He was thinking, perhaps, about the warm-breathed woman
 Who was waiting at the journey's end
 He started down the two mile drop
 The curving road that wound from the top of the hill
 He was pushing on through the shortening miles
 That ran down to the depot
 Just a few more miles to go
 Then he'd go home and have her ease his long cramped day away
 From the smell of 30, 000 pounds of bananas
 Yes, the smell of 30, 000 pounds of bananas
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 He was picking up speed as the city spread
 Its twinkling lights below him
 But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts
 Of the night's delights went through him
 His foot nursed the brakes to slow him down
 But the pedal floored easy without a sound
 He said, "Christ!"
 It was funny how he named
 The only man who could save him now
 He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide
 Riding on his fear-hunched back
 Was every one of those yellow-green
 I'm tellin' ya, 30, 000 pounds of bananas
 Yes, there were 30, 000 pounds of bananas
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 He barely made the sweeping curve
 That led into the steepest grade
 And he missed the thankful passing bus
 At ninety miles an hour
 And he said, "God, make it a dream!"
 As he rode his last track down
 He said, "God, make it a dream!"
 As he rode his last track down
 And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars
 Clipped off thirteen telephone poles
 Hit two houses, bruised eight trees
 And Blue Crossed seven people
 It was then he lost his head
 Not to mention an arm or two, before he stopped
 And he smeared for four hundred yards
 Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania
 Almost 30, 000 pounds
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 Of bananas
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 You know, the man who told me about it on the bus
 Says "It went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania"
 He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head
 And he said (and this is exactly what he said)
 "Boy, it sure must have been something
 Just imagine 30, 000 pounds of bananas
 Yes, there were 30, 000 pounds
 Of mashed bananas"
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 Of bananas
 Of bananas
 Just bananas
 Thirty thousand pounds
 Of bananas
 Not no driver now
 Just bananas!