there's a chattanooga choo choo
just waiting for you when you wake up
sitting on the sofa
the steam rises
through you,
there's no holding back
the surge
the coalshine
the floweasy
whistlin' dixie
shine those shoes
like daddy did
the smell of polish
the soft flannel
the waxy rubbing,
'til the sun hits it
and you feel it
all the way through
they just come,
when you finally
give it all up
that's the joke, friend
wink
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