Rackety-rackety-ziz-ziz-rack,
The cars of the Elevated clack along the track.
With a jerk and a whirr and a devil-may-care,
Along we go racketing, up in the air.

Garbage in the alleys bursts in dirty cans,
Backyard washing gets the dust a quick breeze fans,
Slattern women gossip on a rickety stair —
Grime and ugly living and a stale despair!

Rackety-rackety-ziz-ziz-rack,
Back and forth and back again, we clack along the track.
Why are we journeying, and where, where, where?
Hurry! hurry! hurry! We've no time to care.