A tiny church by the bedroom door frame where Tiny villagers sing songs of praise to Homy, die cast and unruled paints I'm the angry man on the small train Bring back hanging is but kingdom brew now This is the nonstop train to Hull Dad's in the shed polishing his Balsa wood plane I'm the angry man on a small train Ooo, I love you I love you though you're not very tall My hand's on the whistle, my foot's on the brake And there's a lady of the lake And she sings a love song to Airfix spade I'm the angry man on a small train Secret stations closed in the war The ticket inspector is half an inch tall Bring back hanging, bring back shame I'm the angry man on a small train Angry man on a small train