It's three A.M. in the morning, a train whistle is blowin'
It sounds like some lonesome song I got in my soul
My baby split the blanket, he won't be back no more
My baby thinks he's a train
He makes a whistle stop then he's gone again
Sometimes it's hard on this poor girl's brain
(This poor girl's brain)
I'm telling you boys, my baby thinks he's a train
Locomotion is the way he moves
He drags me around like an old caboose
I'm telling you girls that man's insane
My baby thinks he's a train
Choo choo ain't just some train sound
It's the noise that you hear when my baby hits town
With his long hair flyin', man, he's hard to tame
What you s'pose to do when your baby thinks he's a train?
He eats money like a train eats coal
He burns it up and leaves you in the smoke
If you want to catch a ride, you wait 'til he unwinds
But he's just like a train, he always gives some bum a ride
Locomotion is the way he moves
He drags me around like an old caboose
I'm telling you girls that man's insane
My baby thinks he's a train