 Heading for the station with a pack on my back I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety-clack And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack And pal around with Democratic fellas named Mack So take me right back to the track, Jack Choo-choo, choo-choo-cha-boogie Woo-woo, woo-woo-cha-boogie Choo-choo, choo-choo-cha-boogie Take me right back to the track, Jack