Lyrics:

Flashman's in the belfry shouting as loud as he can
Samson's up all night again, talking about himself
What a wonderful man
And I'm just wild about Ronnie
And Ronnie's just wild about me
I saw him selling winter coats on the Portobello Road
I thought I bet he wishes he was really working for the NME
When the gang comes down here again
And they're phoning up Australia
And they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
Some of my best friends are trains
Now Steven's in a sweat, he just can't read Kerouac books, no
And Robin's all excuses, says he can't find much but he does look
He goes up to the playfair, he goes down with the stars
He goes wild all the weekend in a girlfriend's car
And he calls me from Chelsea, and he says it's such a thrill
And though I don't believe a word, but he keeps me talking
'Til the gang comes down here again
And they're phoning up Australia
And they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
Some of my best friends are trains

And did you ever have
One of those days
Where the world's wide open
And you can do anything
And you can go anywhere
And you don't have to think
About who you'll offend
Every time that you even blink
I'm going to the station where a big red train
Is waiting to take me to the country again
Then you'll come from Yonkers, but why should I care
It'll rain and rain for days and days and you know I won't be there
When the gang comes down here again
And they're phoning up Australia
And they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
Some of my best friends
Yeah, the gang comes down here again
And they're calling up Australia
And they're scaring all my friends
And they all just wanna look like Hell and Verlaine
Some of my best friends are trains