Oh mister station master i dont dig you And i'm going out chucking for a igloo Coz standing on your station Is an antarctic exploration And we can seen every morning to be dragged through Mister station master mr mundane With your morning paper man clock on your watch change I need a team of huskies and a barrel of wolfs skin To make the other end of the platform I think that old iny Get off of my crossfire How was it might just grab at your bag Oh mister station master With your peanut brain and plaster Tell me why'd you draw them pictures on your posters I'm looking for amusement please believe me So strip into my underpants and leave me And every time he yells "quite soon now" Thrown out the waiting room Around my neck at 90 miles an hour My will and testament are on my forehead My forwarding address is on my highhead Oh mister station master Lung cancer is much faster Never mind i guess the train will be here any day now If i was in your onion We'd both be underneath that ten fifteen Oh mister station master You're a national disaster A country could do without the job