Cab Calloway - The Worker's Train lyrics

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!