Copa, in the path of the 7, shuts its doors

With apologies to Barry Manilow

Her name is Seven, she was a subway
With purple bullets in her front and a line right to Times Square
She would meander and carry Mets fans
And while she tried to head somewhere, the line just ended at Times Square
But then came the M.T.A. Going west became a chore.
They were bold and they had some money
Past 10th Ave. and more.

But there was the Copa, Copacabana
Not quite the hottest spot west of Tenth Aven-yah
At the Copa, Copacabana
Gentrification was not quite in fashion
At the Copa….it had to go.

His name was Sander, he was the new guy.
He said these plans are still on hold til the money is in gold
But then the contracts they were awarded,
But 11th was how far would roll the train car.
And said old Kalikow, your club has got to go.
There was a club and a single rail yard
And then June was through.

So there went the Copa, Copacabana
No longer a hot spot on Eleventh Aven-yah.
No more Copa, Copacapana.
The outer-most boroughs might soon be in fashion
With the Copa…it shut its doors.