I was minding my own busi
on the Manchester Express train
when an old man came and sat
who was obviously insane.
He was talking to himself
and all the other people, one by one,
decided not to stay till eventually just
he and I were sitting all alone
Because I was interested in
when, on his own, he said,
And why on earth is everybody here?
Sometimes pressure is enough
And like everyone, I'm so afraid of fear.
All the world is getting hotter,
oh it's much too much to stand,
The conductor came for tickets,
but he didn't stay too long,
in fact he swung around and
when he realised what was wrong.
Then the geezer coughed and wheezed a bit,
complained about the cold,
suggested putting on his overcoat,
and mourned his getting old.
Soon he paused in his soliloquy.
He paused and scratched his head,
then, assured of total privacy,
said, What's it all about,
Sometimes pressure is enough
All the world is getting hotter
Oh, it's much too much to stand
That's why I'm such a very,
And I knew with sudden certainty
I rushed out into the corridor
and I fell from side to side
As I ran to the conductor
with his big mouth gaping wide
and tried to rest his head
But by the time we got to
the poor old man was dead
Sometimes pressure is enough
And like everyone, I'm so afraid of fear
All the world is getting hotter
Oh, it's much too much to stand
That's why I'm such a very,
All the world is getting hotter
Oh, it's much too much to stand
That's why I'm such a very,