Oh, Daisy, Daisy
Well, everything's a -changin'
The days go rollin' by
Believe I'm gettin' old
And I know I soon must die
Always ridin' my cart
Forever on the road
Where I hang my hat to me is home,
sweet home
Well, I've been kinda watchin'
All that new design
Trains look like a bullet
She suits me mighty fine
I'm gonna crawl aboard her
When she heads up for fame
I'm going to ride to heaven on
a streamline train
I met a guy named Jolson
who's good at riding a mule
And all the folks that know him,
he's a regular singing fool
Well I ain't taking chances,
I have everything to gain
I'm going to ride to heaven
on a streamline train
There'll be no cops to bother,
there'll be no fires to stoke
And if you don't like my shooting,
you don't have to smell my smoke
Cause I'm a sitting pretty boy,
I'm on the trail of fame
I'm gonna ride to heaven
on a streamline train,
Oh, I'm gonna ride to heaven
on a streamline train,
Gonna crawl aboard her
where the sun's shining rain,
Four and three is seven,
six and five's el even,
I'm gonna ride to heaven on
a streamline train.
I'll bet when old Saint Peter
gazes up the trail,
He'll pull his old white whisker
and start a growing tale,
He'll brush the cobwebs from his eyes
And wonder if he's sane
When he sees me a -comin'
on a streamlined train
Oh, dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
Oh, dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
dee dee dee dee dee dee dee
He'll grant me fair admittin'
I'll take his shakin' hand
Says he, I think you'll like it, boy
The weather here is grand
I ask him, how's the bummer?
Says he, I can't complain
I'm glad I rode to heaven
on a streamline train
We started on to heaven,
oh, what a gorgeous place
There was not a soul a -workin',
no need to wash me face
Well, then I spied the devil
was standin' by the gate
Oh, waitin' for some victim
who'd surely meet his fate
He kinda looks me over,
a scowl from o 'er his face
Says he, I ain't got room
for the sinner in my place
They'll make me lose my business,
they'll bind me up in chains
When people ride to heaven
on a streamline train
I hear the fuller yodeling
way down there below
To see that's where the crooners
and all the yodelers go
I said I felt contented
and didn't care for fame
Although I rode to heaven
on a streamline train
Prayin', holy, holy, holy,
holy, holy.