Choo Choo Choo Choo

One two three here I came

Five six seven eight for some more

Nine ten eleven twelve, there is no floor

 

 

American politics and law

Autumn leaves and flowers in the fall

Something that I can’t touch

I am lost and in between

 

I wish I was a bird swooping 

choo choo choo choo

 

Oh you don’t understand, do you

I am all alone, far from here

I try not to frown

Still I am going down the pole

 

Reason things are there

choo choo choo choo

 

Hey, let’s stay out late

It will be just you and whoever

Aah ‘ll pick you up at nine

It is black and white, I am in line

 

I am lover, not a fighter

choo choo choo choo

 

One two three here I came

five six seven eight for some more

nine ten eleven twelve let’s go

Words and Music By Cousin Lee © 1993