Lyrics

The eight-fifteen is the worker's train, The eight-fifteen, and I'm off again, The eight-fifteen is an awful pain; Wish I didn't have to travel on the eight-fifteen! The eight-fifteen going off uptown, The eight-fifteen sort of brings me down, The eight-fifteen always makes me frown, Got to get up early for the daily eight-fifteen. I'm happy on Sunday, 'Cause I can stay in bed till ten; When I think of Monday, I suffer 'cause I know that's when I get: The eight-fifteen through the tunnel way, The eight-fifteen, think I'll quit today, The same routine, but I need the pay, Better hurry, can't afford to miss the eight-fifteen!
Writer(s): Cab Calloway, Arthur Shaftel, Sunny Skylar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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