Over The Points Lyrics & Chords By Ian Dury And The Blockheads

Dury-Turnbull

Thank you.

I am an actual train, believe it or not, believe it or not
I carry you backwards and forth, south and north on down the line and up
Before they shunt me into the final siding, I wish to make a few points
Whenever I have a breakdown all my passengers start talking to each other.

They can sit walk sleep or have a tidy as I hurtle along
Sometimes we track this line with decapitated schoolboy's heads still wearing their caps
Upon me at any given moment ten or twelve people might be taking craps over the points
I've transported enormous frivolity and fearful violence in my carriages
I've got compartments for sex, birth, death and occasional train spotters marriages.

Believe you me, there are some right eccentrics walking up and down my corridors
Picture the consternation in my bogies when my drivers had a drink
All over the shop hundreds of people invariably male write our numbers down
We, as trains, are agreed that this is because we are extremely phallic
Nobody seems frightened on board us because we hardly ever crash
We've been squashing pennies for well over a century
People love it when they're robbed and they wave at us and are happy watching us going passed
Can you imagine how pleasant it is in general being an iron horse?
I'm quite chuffed.

Last train to Wanking Panda
Last train to Wanking Panda
If you miss this one you'll never get another one
Iddybiddy arseholes to Wanking Panda.