WELCOME ABOARD THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT
WHERE THE HEART IS STOUT, AND THE TROUSERS TAUGHT
UNCLE ROGER'S LEG'S IN DECLINE AGAIN
THE WOODEN ONE, NOT THE GOOD ONE, WOODWORM REMAIN
A SINGLE MALT WHISKY, TO SPUR THE JOURNEY ON
CHRIST! THAT'S MY SIXTEENTH IN THE LAST TWO HOURS
I'M STARTING TO FEEL A BIT WOOZY
I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE
ROGER...GIVE ME YOUR LEG, I NEED TO BREAK A WINDOW
JUST HAND IT OVER, OR...
I'LL TELL AUNT TRUDY WHAT YOU DO WITH THE KNOT IN THE ANKLE
IT'S TOO LATE NOW, LATHER ME UP, I'M GOING RECON
THIS TRAIN IS MY NAM
A NECKLACE OF JAMMY DODGERS, I HAVEN'T TIME FOR EARS
THE CONDUCTOR'S COMING, PRETEND WE'RE STUDENTS
WELL! SHAVE THEN YOU IDIOT
DO I HAVE TO THINK OF EVERYTHING
I SEE NOW, THAT I DO...I SEE THAT IS THE CASE
DEEP WITHIN MY MIND, INSIDE THAT DESOLATE PLACE
IN THAT CHASM, WHERE ALL IRRELEVANCE IS BROUGHT
WELCOME ABOARD THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT.