Lyrics:

Looks and youth ain't everything
Experience is a quality that counts for a lot
The sad 'bout experience, is by the time you've got it
It's usually all you've got
I'm Belle, Belle Belle the sleeping car
Doesn't matter who you are
Just climb aboard to lie with me
And when you wake i'll make you tea
A pullmn car when I was made
I went down for the seaside trade
I'm pealing now
The light's too bright
I wear dark glasses day and night
I had crystal lamps, irish linen
To set of my red velvet dress
Those who rode on me commpared me to the Orient Express
That was excessive
But now they climb aboard, undress
Don't wait for me to whisper yes
Don't say goodnight
Just hit the light
And worst of all roll over and go straight to sleep
Once i was a real main liner
Enjoying the occasional smoke
Now i hang around the fuel dump
Sniffing the coke
It really chokes me
Oh Belle Belle Belle the sleeping truck
I'm down a wheels down on my luck
I may not be first class
But im not yet worst class
I can still warm ya when the night is old
I'm a sleeper with a heart of gold
I can still warm ya when the night is cold
I'm a sleeper with a heart of gold.