Train Spotters - The Frank and Walters

Tim, he goes out everyday

To Darlington railway

To watch the trains go by

And you may wonder why it’s just a waste of time

Does Timmy know the score

Does Timmy know much more

You’ve considered them the wrong way now

You’ve considered him the wrong way

This is a club of just wannabe rogues

With anoraks, cords, and their inspector brogues

And Timmy gets up at the dawn every morning

Packs his lunchbox and camera

While he is still yawning, and

He’s off to fullfill his

Lifes great facination

He’s off to trainspot

At the great railway station

Tim, he goes to platform 3

To see if he can see

The Glasgow train appear

And hopes maybe he’ll hear

The shunting horn again

Nostalgia is his friend

Nostalgia is his friend

For them there’s nothing much better to see

Than a northern bound train with a serial B3

A fifty year old Brighton 22 ton

Listen, thanks Mr Stephenson, thanks Mr Stephenson

Some are old, some are young, some haven’t grown up

Some haven’t drunk the romance from their lfies cup

Some of them are lucky

Some of them are lucky

Keeping the magic in life

They are so lucky