Choo Choo Ch'Boogie
Headed for the station with a pack on my back,
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack,
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety-clack,
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack,
I pal around with democratic fellas named Mac,
So take me right back to the track.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Take me right back to the track, Jack.
We reach the destination but alas! and alack!,
We need some conversation to get back in the black,
You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack,
And read the Situations from the front to the back,
The only job that's open needs a man with a knack,
So put it right back in the rack, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Take me right back to the track, Jack.
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track,
And live the life of Riley in a beaten down shack,
So when I hear the whistle I can peek through the crack,
Watch the train rollin'when it's ballin' the jack,
For I just learned the rhythm of the clickety-clack,
So take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Take me right back to the track, Jack.
Alright Jack! Whoo whoo.
Oi!
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Take me right back to the track, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Take me right back to the track!.
Choo Choo Ch'Boogie
Rumo à estação com uma mochila nas costas,
Tô cansado de transporte na traseira de uma carroça,
Adoro ouvir o ritmo do tilintar dos trilhos,
E escutar o apito solitário, ver a fumaça do cano,
Ando com uns caras democráticos chamados Mac,
Então me leve de volta pra linha, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Me leve de volta pra linha, Jack.
Chegamos ao destino, mas que pena, que pena!,
Precisamos de uma conversa pra voltar a ficar bem,
Você pega um jornal da pilha que tá em cima,
E lê as notícias de frente pra trás,
O único emprego que tá aberto precisa de um cara esperto,
Então coloca de volta na prateleira, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Me leve de volta pra linha, Jack.
Vou me estabelecer perto da linha de trem,
E viver a vida do jeito que eu quero numa casinha velha,
Então quando eu ouvir o apito, posso espiar pela fresta,
Ver o trem passando quando tá fazendo a festa,
Pois eu acabei de aprender o ritmo do tilintar dos trilhos,
Então me leve de volta pra linha, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Me leve de volta pra linha, Jack.
Beleza, Jack! Whoo whoo.
Oi!
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Me leve de volta pra linha, Jack.
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch'boogie,
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie - Me leve de volta pra linha!
Composição: Denver Darling / Milt Gabler / Vaughn Horton