Don't the moon look good, mama,
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the ghost child look good, baby
Sittin' on his madman's knees
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?

Well I've just been to the baggage car
Where the engineer's been tossed
I stamped out forty compasses
Sure don't know what they cost
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss
And I can't help it none
If this train gets lost.