I'm headed for the station with a pack on my back.
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack.
I love to hear the rhythm of a clickety-clack
And hear the whistle blowin', see the smoke from the stack.
Pal around with democratic fellas named Mack,
So take me right back to the track - Jack!

 

Choo Choo, choo choo ch'boogie.
Woo woo, woo woo ch'boogie.
Choo Choo, choo choo ch'boogie.
Take me right back to the track, Jack!

 

You reach your destination but alas and alack.
You need some compensation to get back in the black.
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situation from the front to the back.
The only job that's open needs a man with a knack,
So put it right back in the rack - Jack!

 

Choo Choo, choo choo ch'boogie.
Woo woo, woo woo ch'boogie.
Choo Choo, choo choo ch'boogie.
Take me right back to the track, Jack!

 

I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live the life of Riley in a beaten-down shack.
So when I hear the whistle I can peep trough the crack
And watch the train rollin' when it's ballin' the jack.
For I just love the rhythm of the clickety-clack,
So take me right back to the track - Jack!

 

Choo Choo, choo choo ch'boogie.
Woo woo, woo woo ch'boogie.
Choo Choo, choo choo ch'boogie.
Take me right back to the track, Jack!
Take me right back to the track, Jack!