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Pardon me, boy
Is this the Socialistic Choo-Choo?
Track twenty nine,
Boy, you better give me a shine.
I can afford
To board a socialistic future,
I've got my fare
And got trillions to spare.

You leave the Springfield station 'bout a quarter to four,
Pretend you're Abe Lincoln and then you're in Baltimore,
Dinner in the diner,
Nothing could be finer
Than to have Joe Biden north of Carolina.
When you hear the whistle blowing eight to the bar
Then you know that Washington is not very far,
Shovel all the coal in,
Gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, Woo, socialism here we are.

There's gonna be
A corrupt Party at the station
Face lifts and vice
I used to call commonplace.
They're gonna cry
When I'm not up to the job,
So Socialistic Choo-Choo,
Won't you choo-choo me home.