The Workers's Train - Cab Calloway

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!