What a bonzer and beautiful evening
full of big-breasted beauties and booze!
But whilst wandering back
down the railway, the track
looked incredibly nice for a snooze.
So I sleepily studied the sleepers,
and located a comfortable dip.
For I figured, instead
of a regular bed,
that a railway’s alright for a kip.
And I slept like a babe til awakened
by a clamour or pistons and brakes
for it’s hard to remain
fast asleep when a train
is attempting to shake you awake.
How the rumbles and rattling railed me,
for I’d only had thirty-nine winks!
I sat up to complain,
hit my head on the train
and the bump hurt it more than the drinks.