Bounding along, bounding along
Mustn’t be late, too late for this song…
Fliperty-flop, fliperty-flop
There food in the pantry, meat in the shop
Clickerty-clack, clickerty-clack
The telegraphist’s tapping
Must be time for a snack
Rooty-en-tooty, rooty-en-tooty
Chuck’s sure strumming
In the back of the shack
Whooshety-wooshety, wooshety-whack
The main engine is running
There’s no turning back
Plonkerty-plonk, plonkerty-plonk
I’ve run out of words
I’d better head back
