Train kept a rollin all night long well then it's a nighttrain Pardon, isn't there something wrong? There's one thing Mr T. complains about We're so cheeky, we just left him out No matter what we say or do - it remains the Nighttrain-Blues It's in the middle of the night and rain's clashing on the ground But noone thinks of our band- noone thinks of our sound Another metaphor nobody wants to understand writing `lyrics` s**s if you don't give a f** No matter what we say or do - it remains the Nighttrain-Blues Good evening my dear audience Nightrain isn't amused and due to that we're playing the blues We're no f**in' railroad drivin round New Orleans We're sounding like a night on thunder, and we're riding on the chrystal wind The band's in despair, sodomized by our own idea drown ourselves in chiquitas and beer I've got no more to say - like to cry but on the other side - let's have another try No matter what we say or do - the Nighttrain-Blues Good evening my dear audience Nightrain isn't amused and due to that we're playing the blues We're no f**in' railroad drivin round New Orleans We're sounding like a night on thunder, and we're riding on the chrystal wind