Lyrics The Workers' Train - Cab Calloway & His Orchestra

The Workers' 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!