Where do you think you are closing, Dr Beeching?
Is this how a railway’s run?
We are the ones who will suffer for your crime
We are the ones who won’t get to work on time
So how much of our network’s network are you closing,
How long till your work is done?
Galashiels, the Woodhead Line, the fabled East-West train
Forty years from you we’ll have to open them again
Where do you think you are closing, Dr Beeching?
Are these closures really due?
Serpell’s round the corner and he’s sharpening his axe
Followed by that Bowker with his scant regard for facts
But how will he get into Whitehall, Dr Beeching,
When the Tube’s as dead as you?