The Frank And Walters - Trainspotters lyrics

Tim, he goes out everyday To Darlington railway To watch the trains go by And you may wonder why it's just a waste of time Does Timmy know the score Does Timmy know much more You've considered them the wrong way now You've considered him the wrong way This is a club of just wannabe rogues With anoraks, cords, and their inspector brogues And Timmy gets up at the dawn every morning Packs his lunchbox and camera While he is still yawning, and He's off to fullfill his Lifes great facination He's off to trainspot At the great railway station Tim, he goes to platform 3 To see if he can see The Glasgow train appear And hopes maybe he'll hear The shunting horn again Nostalgia is his friend Nostalgia is his friend For them there's nothing much better to see Than a northern bound train with a serial B3 A fifty year old Brighton 22 ton Listen, thanks Mr Stephenson, thanks Mr Stephenson Some are old, some are young, some haven't grown up Some haven't drunk the romance from their lfies cup Some of them are lucky Some of them are lucky Keeping the magic in life They are so lucky