The Last Of The Steam-Powered Trains

And thus another of my birthdays passes in a whirlwind of beer and sadly disappointing football results. In my more melancholy moments, I catch myself feeling like a big, lumbering machine from yesteryear, sat in a quiet siding as a world I increasingly struggle to understand whizzes by me.

At that thoroughly cheerful point, I will hand you over to The Kinks.


Like the last of the good ol' puffer trains,
I'm the last of the blood and sweat brigade,
And I don't know where I'm going, or why I came.
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.

I'm the last of the good old renegades.
All my friends are all middle class and grey,
But I live in a museum, so I'm okay.
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.

Like the last of the good ol' choo-choo trains,
Huff and puff 'till I blow this world away,
And I'm gonna keep on rollin' till my dying day.
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.

Like the last of the good ol' puffer trains,
I'm the last of the soot and scum brigade,
And all this peaceful living is drivin' me insane.
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains.