Текст (слова) песни: Cab Calloway - The Worker`s Train
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!
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