At Union Station 'll Where In The World My Eyes Has Bin - Ef I Hain'T Missed That Train Ag'In! Chuff! And Whistle! And Toot! And Ring! But Blast And Blister The Dasted Train! How It Does It I Can't Explain! Git Here Thirty-Five Minutes Before The Durn Things Due! And, Drat The Thing It'll Manage To Git Past-Shore! The More I Travel Around, The More I Got No Sense! To Stand Right Here And Let It Beat Me! 'll Ding My Melts! I Got No Gumption, Ner Nothin' Else! Ticket Agent'S A Dad-Burned Bore! Sell You A Tickets All They Keer! Ticket Agents Ort To All Be Prosecuted - And That's Jes What! How'd I Know Which Train'S Fer Me? And How'd I Know Which Train Was Not? Goern And Comin' And Gone Astray, And Backin' And Switchin' Ever'-Which-Way! Ef I Could Jes Sneak Round Behind Myse'F, Where I Could Git Full Swing, I'd Lift My Coat, And Kick, By Jing! Till I Jes Got Jerked Up And Fined! Fer Here I Stood, As A Durn Fool'S Apt To, And Let That Train Jes Chuff And Choo Right Apast Me - And Mouth Jes Gapped Like A Blamed Old Sandwitch Warped In Two!