The Worker`s Train — текст песни (Cab Calloway)

The eight-fifteen is the worker`s train,
The eight-fifteen, and I`m off again,
The eight-fifteen is an awful pain;
Wish I didn`t have to travel on the eight-fifteen!

The eight-fifteen going off uptown,
The eight-fifteen sort of brings me down,
The eight-fifteen always makes me frown,
Got to get up early for the daily eight-fifteen.

I`m happy on Sunday,
`Cause I can stay in bed till ten;
When I think of Monday,
I suffer `cause I know that`s when I get:

The eight-fifteen through the tunnel way,
The eight-fifteen, think I`ll quit today,
The same routine, but I need the pay,
Better hurry, can`t afford to miss the eight-fifteen!