Lyrics:

Spoken
Now we goin' on one of them old Seaboard stomps
Nobody don't know how much we enjoy this dance
They had a boy there they called Piano Charles
He'd say, 'Blake!'
I said, 'What you want, boy?'
He said, 'Come over here, I want to hear you, I wanta let you hear me how to
How I make this Seaboard train come on down the line on the piano.'
I said, 'Now I'm gonna come and hear how you do that, then.'
Guitar imitates piano imitating train
Now who wouldn't shake that thing?
He had a cornet player there, and when he started to playin' that cornet, it was too bad, Jim!
That's when I lost my head!
That's all--tellin' you the truth!
Here's the way that cornet player played
Guitar imitates cornet
Now they had a trombone player there, he just won't quit
Here's the way he played his trombone
Guitar imitates trombone
That's the time I had to lose my head, when he done that
Hear the saxophone!
Guitar imitates saxophone
I think I'm gonna call this last number, now