It was just after dark when the truck started down The hill that leads into scranton Pennsylvania Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it big john) of bananas
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 slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day About thirty thousand pounds of bananas Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, john)
