I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety-clackAnd hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stackAnd pile around with democratic fellas named MaxSo take me right back to the track, JackChoo-choo, choo-choo-choo-boogieWoo-woo, woo-woo-choo-boogieChoo-choo, choo-choo-choo-boogieTake me right back to the track, JackAll rightDanny BoyWell, my reasoned destination would have lasted a lackI need some compensation to get back in the blackI take a morning paper from the top of the stackAnd read the situation from the front to the backThe only job that's over, take a man with a knackSo I'll put it right back to the rack, JackChoo-choo, choo-choo-choo-boogieWoo-woo, woo-woo-choo-boogieChoo-choo, choo-choo-choo-boogieTake me right back to the track, JackYeah!I'm not a saxophone manI'm not a saxophone manI'm not a saxophone manYou know I love the rhythm of the clickety-clackSo take me right back to the track, JackChoo-choo, choo-choo-choo-boogieWoo-woo, woo-woo-choo-boogieChoo-choo, choo-choo-choo-boogieTake me right back to the track, JackTake me right back to the track, JackChoo-choo, choo-choo-boogie