Over the Points Songtext
von Ian Dury & the Blockheads

Thank God
I am an actual train
Believe it or not, believe it or not
I carry you backwards and forwards
South and north, on down the line and up
Before they shunt me into the final
Siding, I wish to make a few points
Whenever I have a breakdown, all my
Passengers start talking to each other
They can sit, walk, sleep, or have a tidy as I hurtle along
Sometimes the track is lined with decapitated
Schoolboys′ heads, still wearing their caps
On me at any given moment, 10 or 12 people might be taking craps
Over the points
I've transported enormous frivolity
And fearful violence in my carriages
I′ve got compartments for sex, birth, death
And occasional train spotters' marriages
Believe you me, there are some right
Eccentrics walking up and down my corridors


Picture the consternation in my bogeys when my driver's had a drink
All over the shop, hundreds of people
Invariably male, write our numbers down
We, as trains, are aggrieved that this
Is because we are extremely phallic
Nobody seems frightened on board us because we hardly ever crash
We′ve been squashing pennies for well over a century
People love it when we′re robbed, and they wave
At us and are happy watching us going past
Can you imagine how pleasant it is in general being an iron horse?
Ah!
I'm quite chuffed
The strange and wacky
The strange and wacky band that if you
Miss this one you′ll never get to know
Oh
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah