Switchman’s sleeping, train hundred and two
Is on the wrong track and headed for you
[Suggested a move to Thread Games, perhaps with a strict one line rule so as to dissuade the more verbose among us. |whistles innocently|]
Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
He’s leaving (Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah (Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back (Going back to find)
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
Buy me a ticket on an aeroplane –
ain’t got time to take a fast train.
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let 'em tell you that they’re all the same.
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids.
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Ground control to Major Tom.
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
Most people I know think that I’m crazy.
I wanna be a cowboy;
And you can be my cowgirl
Yippee yippee yi, yippee yi yo yo.
I’m a spaceship superstar!
Got a solar-powered, laser-beam guitar!
Stranger from another planet, welcome to our hole
Just strap on your guitar and we’ll play some Rock 'N Roll
Why were you so surprised that you never saw the stranger?
Did you ever let your lover see the stranger in yourself?
Some enchanted evening, you may see a *stranger (on a train?) *:smack:
People are strange, when you’re a stranger…
Strangers in the night, exchanging glances. . .
Remember how I found you there
Alone in your electric chair
I told you dirty jokes until you smiled
Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap.
But what really knocked me out was her cheap sunglasses.