My Baby Thinks He's a Train - The Hit Crew
It's three a m in the morning
The train whistle is blowing
It sounds like some lonesome song
Got in my soul In my soul
My baby split blank and he
Won't be back no more
My baby thinks he's a train
He makes his whistle stop
Then he's gone again
Sometimes it's hard on a poor girl's brain
A poor girl's brain
I'm telling you boys my
Baby thinks he's a train
Locomotion's the way he moves
He drags me round just
Like an old caboose
I'm telling you girls that man's insane
My baby thinks he's a train
Choo choo rages on train sound
It's the noise that you hear
When my baby hits town
With his long hair flying man
He's hard to take
What you s'posed to do
When your baby thinks he's a train
He eats money like a train eats coal
He burns it up and leaves
You in the smoke
If you wanna catch a ride you
Wait till he unwinds
My wings
He's just like a train
He always gives some tramp a ride
Locomotion's the way he moves
He drags me round just like an old caboose
I'm telling you girls that man's insane
My baby thinks he's a train
