Train’s stopped, it’s stalling, now it’s dead
Init-ially I had thinked the signal’s simply red
Shutting down commute
This train’s stopped it’s hauling and the thought ain’t enthralling

In dis-gust, the Fat Controller, he was rung
And I gave that bureaucrat the sharp end of my tongue
Bleeping words, he copped
This pit stop is galling and complaint I’ll be scrawling

But when one’s steam won’t blow
You’re screwed my friend, believe me, so replete-ly
It’s oh so wrong still, that my trip ends incompletely

(Choo-choo, choo-choo’s done
Choo-choo, choo-choo’s done)

Train’s stopped, it’s stalling, now it’s dead
Hope thump doesn’t mean on ties that there’s a bovine dead
C’llidin’ I don’t need
There’s no locomotion on this train, I’m profanin’
Conductor - see
Put a murraine on thee!

If I sit long then caboose-stress creeps up and peeves me

Train’s stopped, it’s stalling, now it’s dead
Does poor little Thomas need to rest back in the shed?
Might need coal, does he?
That little tank engine’s got the brains for obtainin’
Work absence, see
He is cunning, trust me...