Sometimes late at night you can hear the whistle wail,

with the spooky screechy sound like a wheel gone off the rail,

looking through the smoky clouds you can almost recognize,

the ghost of the crazy engineer with fires in the eyes…

I say Oooh can’t you hear the haunted train,

Oooh I’m waitin’ on the haunted train,

I’m gonna crash that engine,

You know only sticks and stones,

And old conductor’s bones,

Remain.