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