Seven of ‘em in a car

Three can’t get enough

Seven of ‘em in a car

Only three have got the stuff

Call the conductor

He’s got everyone’s number

He can tell you where to get of

But he won’t be taking heads of

He’s a sweet old guy

A sweet old guy

Look you in the eye

And say goodbye

Goodbye

Four of ‘em in a car

Two can’t get a breath

Four of ‘em in a car

Only two fear death

Call the conductor

He’s got everyone’s number

He can point you to the door

But he won’t do much more

He’s a sweet old guy

A sweet old guy

Look you in the eye

And say goodbye

Goodbye

This ride only goes one way

Ever moving ever changing ever aging

There’s not a lot to say unless you ask

Who will ask

Two of them in a car

One has got to fly

Two of them in a car

But only one has got to try

Call the conductor

He’s got everyone’s number

You can get off at the next stop

This is not a test stop

He’s a sweet old guy

A sweet old guy

Look you in the eye

And say goodbye

Goodbye