Steam
i'm your smokestack baby
slogging my way through a break in the bush
huffing and puffing and slugging and chugging
spouting a fog of dappled white shrouds
jitterbugging up to the frostbitten clouds
oh hold on tight baby hold on tight
cause this sudden locomotion
and all this heavy-breathing commotion
has us itching for hitching
and feverishly coupling link to pin
and yes it's one serious-cum-delirious situation
so i'm just gonna drive and drive and drive
until this train done finally stall or arrive
at the platform of yer pouty li'l station
so strap your hands baby
'round my hard-ass engines
just throttle on past that switchman's red light
my hot piston's ready to pump and to bump
oh you'll feel it in time baby
by thump and by thump
and we'll race right on past the
ding ding ding ding
of every small town's railway crossing
where the traffic waits for the eventual passing
of that rusty excuse of an old red caboose
while Suzy and Arnold make out in delight
while Mrs Maggie Tibeau calms her cocker's sheer fright
and Big Bob Farley turns the monkey loose
take the hard turn baby
send the conductor sprawling
engineer every perilous slope and slide
let these steel tracks take us far and away
over and beyond to the other side
gonna turn you loose baby
gonna go for broke
gonna stoke that firebox stroke by stroke
'til it fills the air with all kinds o' smoke
and when we're floating on curly ribbons of steam
when all that lonesome whistle's wails
are hushed beneath the soft hiss of bliss
we'll slip away into an endless dream
of how romance is sweeter when you're ridin' the rails
slogging my way through a break in the bush
huffing and puffing and slugging and chugging
spouting a fog of dappled white shrouds
jitterbugging up to the frostbitten clouds
oh hold on tight baby hold on tight
cause this sudden locomotion
and all this heavy-breathing commotion
has us itching for hitching
and feverishly coupling link to pin
and yes it's one serious-cum-delirious situation
so i'm just gonna drive and drive and drive
until this train done finally stall or arrive
at the platform of yer pouty li'l station
so strap your hands baby
'round my hard-ass engines
just throttle on past that switchman's red light
my hot piston's ready to pump and to bump
oh you'll feel it in time baby
by thump and by thump
and we'll race right on past the
ding ding ding ding
of every small town's railway crossing
where the traffic waits for the eventual passing
of that rusty excuse of an old red caboose
while Suzy and Arnold make out in delight
while Mrs Maggie Tibeau calms her cocker's sheer fright
and Big Bob Farley turns the monkey loose
take the hard turn baby
send the conductor sprawling
engineer every perilous slope and slide
let these steel tracks take us far and away
over and beyond to the other side
gonna turn you loose baby
gonna go for broke
gonna stoke that firebox stroke by stroke
'til it fills the air with all kinds o' smoke
and when we're floating on curly ribbons of steam
when all that lonesome whistle's wails
are hushed beneath the soft hiss of bliss
we'll slip away into an endless dream
of how romance is sweeter when you're ridin' the rails
