Take me right back to the track, Jack! I’m headed for the station with my pack on my back. I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack, I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety-clack, And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack, I pal around with democratic fellas named Mac, 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 wake up in the morning feeling sharp as a tack, You open up the sack and then you gobble a snack. You smoke a cigarette you didn’t get in a pack And taking off your shoes so you can empty the slack. There’s nothing you can do about the dough that you lack. But beat it 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!
I’m going to settle down beside the railroad track, And live the life of Riley in a beaten down shack. So when I hear the whistle I can peep through the crack And watch the train a-rollin’ when it’s ballin’ the jack. I love to hear 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!