Mr. Station Master

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Mr. Station Master

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Oh Mister Station Master, I don't dig you And I'm going out shoppin' for an igloo 'cause standing on your station's An Antarctic exploration And a grim scene every morning, to be dragged through Oh Mister Station Master, Mister Mundane With your morning-paper mind hung on your watch-chain I need a team of huskies and a barrel of whisky To make the other end of the platform Big fat old lady Get off of my frost-bite Otherwise it might just grab at your bag Oh, Mister Station Master With your peanut-brain in plaster Tell me, why'd you draw rude pictures on your posters? I'm looking for amusement, please believe me So strip me to my underpants and leave me And every time he yells "Quite soon now!" Throwin' out the waiting room Around my neck at 90 miles-an-hour My will and testament are on my forehead My forwarding address is on my hind-leg Oh Mister Station Master Lung cancer is much faster Never mind, I guess my train will be here any day now... If I was in your onion We'd both be underneath that ten fifteen Oh Mister Station Master You're a national disaster [ ? ? ? ] The country could do without the job

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