Little Old Car - Peggy Lee

A little old car came chugging down the trail

A train came flying with the morning mail

They met at the crossing with an awful smack

A little man crawled out and they had to hold him back

He shook his fists and he wanted to fight

When the people said «Why it’s broad daylight»

He stuck to his guns, his jaw was set

Why that train ain’t due for ten minutes yet