The 8:09 is a wonderful train
It thunders in the sun;
It sparkles in the rain.
It rolls me into work
On or close to time.
It's a reliable train, the 8:09.

I rush to the station, with my coffee cup
The winking traffic light says I better hurry up.
'Cause if I'm late again my boss will raise Cain.
The 8:09 is a wonderful train.

The first day I rode her
Eager and scared, proud as a peacock
As I flashed my monthly fare.
Now I ramble to the city, jaded, half insane.
It's a super train really; I can't complain.