Thank you I am an actual train Believe it or not believe it or not I carry you backwards and forth, south and north On down the line and up Before they shunt me into the final siding I wish to make a few points Whenever I have a breakdown All my passengers start talking to each other They can sit walk sleep or have a tidy as I hurtle along Sometimes we track this line with decapitated schoolboy's heads Still wearing their caps Upon me at any given moment ten or twelve people might be taking craps Over the points I've transported enormous frivolity and fearful violence in my carriages I've got compartments for sex, birth, death and occasional train spotters marriages Believe you me, there are some right eccentrics walking up and down my corridors Picture the consternation in my bogies when my drivers had a drink All over the shop hundreds of people invariably male write our numbers down We as trains are agreed that this is because we are extremely phallic Nobody seems frightened on board us 'cos we hardly ever crash We've been squashing pennies for well over a century People love it when they're robbed And they wave at us and are happy watching us going passed Can you imagine how pleasant it is in general being an iron horse? I'm quite chuffed
Last train to Wanking Panda Last train to Wanking Panda If you miss this one you'll never get another one Iddybiddy arseholes to Wanking Panda
Compositores: Ian Robins Dury, John George Turnbull (John Turnbull) ECAD: Obra #3408095