It Takes a Lot to Laugh Songtext
von Little Feat

Well, I ride on a mail train baby, canât buy a thrill
Well, I been up all night baby, leaninâ on the window sill
Well, if I die on top of the hill and if I donât make it
You know my baby will


Donât the moon look good shininâ through the trees
And donât the brakeman look good baby, flagginâ down the double E
Donât the sun look good goinâ down over the sea
But donât my man look fine when heâs cominâ after me

Now the winter time is cominâ, the windows are filled with frost
I went to tell everybody but I could not get across
Well, I want to be your lover baby, I donât to be your boss
Donât say I never warned you when your train gets lost