Train all day,
No way that's cray,
These metal tracks,
Slick paths like clay,
And journey's stack,
Each time both ways,
And metal tracks,
Spark with each ray,
And journey's stack,
Bathed in each ray.

Tumbledown Town,
The land of the free,
Free from regulations,
Free from the fees,
So no need to share,
Just come on down,
To the Tumbledown Town where rats abound,
Free from the rules,
Free from the law,
So take a look at the door,
And leave.
It's not very good here,
Life abounds in the arms of the lawgiver.