The Worker's Train

The eight-fifteen is the worker's train, 
The eight-fifteen, and I'm off again, 
The eight-fifteen is an awful pain; 
Wish I didn't have to travel on the eight-fifteen! 

The eight-fifteen going off uptown, 
The eight-fifteen sort of brings me down, 
The eight-fifteen always makes me frown, 
Got to get up early for the daily eight-fifteen. 

I'm happy on Sunday, 
'Cause I can stay in bed till ten; 
When I think of Monday, 
I suffer 'cause I know that's when I get: 

The eight-fifteen through the tunnel way, 
The eight-fifteen, think I'll quit today, 
The same routine, but I need the pay, 
Better hurry, can't afford to miss the eight-fifteen!