Verse 1: I’m headed for the station with my pack on my back.
I’m tired of transportation in the back of a hack.
I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack.
I hear the whistle blowing, see the smoke from the stack.
And pal around with democratic fellas named Mac.
Take me right back to the track, Jack.

Chorus: Choo choo, choo choo ch’boogie
Whoo whoo, whoo whoo ch’boogie
Choo choo choo choo ch’boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack

Verse 2:
You wake up in the morning feeling sharp as a tack,
You open up the sack and then you gobble a snack.
You smoke a cigarette you didn’t get from a pack
Or taking off your shoes so you can empty the slack.
There’s nothing you can do about the dough that you lack
But beat it right back to the track, Jack. [chorus]

Verse 3: You reach your destination but alas and alack,
You need some compensation to get back in the black.
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situation from the front to the back
The only job that’s open needs a man with a knack
So put it right back in the rack, Jack. [To chorus]

Verse 4: I’m going to settle down beside the railroad track,
And live the life of Riley in a beaten down shack.
So when I hear the whistle I can peep through the crack
And watch the train a-rollin’ and it’s ballin’ the jack.
For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack.
So take me right back to the track, Jack. [chorus]