Freight Songtext
von Andrew Lloyd Webber

Freight is great
Freight is great
We carry weight
′Cause we are freight
And freight is great

We never make a fuss
You got the goods, on us
We take the loads from off the roads
And freight is great

Couldn't stand gravel and sand
Being ignored, no one aboard
Nobody complaining, we were late again
I should hate carrying freight
Nobody living in me
It′s got to be a living, breathing passenger train

Freight is great
Freight is great


Couldn't stand gravel and sand (Freight)
Being ignored, no one aboard (is great)
Nobody complaining we were late again (We carry weight)
I should hate carrying freight
Nobody living in me (And freight)
It's got to be a living breathing passenger train (is great)

It′s mommas and poppas
It′s commerce and hoppers
It's daughters and sons
It′s quarters and tons
They get in your hair
It's the fun of the fare
Freight! Folks! Tares! Fares!

Passengers, commuters and mail
Trees and meat, gravel and shale
Are great, are great
Are great, are great
Are great!


I′m Rocky, there's lots like me
I′m Rocky Two
I'm Rocky Three
The only time we get sick inside
Is when some bum hitches a ride
Wait for the sharp corner to come
And open the door-
Bye bye, bum!

Freight is great!

Flat Top. Who you lookin at?
Yeah there's bricks, what′s wrong with that?
No you′re right, they don't all match
Yeah they′re heavy- here, catch!

Freight is great

I'm the Big Hopper
I′m not a box
(Yeah, your head is full of rocks)
They ain't rocks! They′re aggregates!
And aggregates are really great!

Aggregates are really great
Aggregates never complain
Bricks and mortar are thicker than water
It's great to be an aggregate train

At the back, on every piece of track
I'm right behind you
Can I be of help at all?
Then simply call
C.B
(Hello, C.B)
Hello
The red caboose
Would like to be of use
To every truck and show the world that

Freight is great
Freight is great

Freight (Couldn′t stand gravel and sand)
(Being ignored, no one aboard) is great
(Nobody complaining we were late again) We carry weight
(I should hate carrying freight)
(Nobody living in me) And freight
Is great (It′s got to be a living breathing passenger train)

It's mommas and poppas
It′s commerce and hoppers
It's daughters and sons
It′s quarters and tons
They get in your hair
It's the fun of the fare
Freight! Folks! Tares! Fares!
Passengers, commuters and mail
Trees and meat, gravel and shale

On the rails, on the rails
On the rails, on the rails
Are great, are great
Are great, are great
Are great, are great
Are great, are great
Are great!