Train running low on SoCal
Your push-up tactics are driving me loco
You shouldn't do that
No, no, no, you shouldn't do that
Train running low on dream steam
Pull my whistle too hard and I'm bound to scream
And you shouldn't do that
No, no, no, you shouldn't do that
Think I'm going south for the winter
Think I'm going west
And my sprinter speed is reduced to a crawl
My rails ran straight, straight into the wall
The wall on which they dashed the older engines
And all my servants are leaving
Imagination gone packing
Can't find the wound where I'm bleeding
I'm just a nut and I'm cracking
Hammer goes down, brakes all scream
Me and a couple of empty carriages
Slide downhill, still
Next stop, bad dreamsville
Train running low on SoCal
Ooh, ooh
Train running low on SoCal
Ooh, ooh
Train running low on SoCal
Ooh, ooh
Train running low on SoCal
Ooh, ooh