Oh Timmy boy, the pike’s, the pike’s a-calling
From plywood glen, and plaster mountain side
The homosote’s up, and all the ground cover’s drying
'Tis you, 'tis you must drive and I must ride.
But come ye quick when layout’s all aglow
Or when the valley’s finished and white with snow
'Tis layout be lit either in fluorescent or incandescent
Oh Timmy boy, oh Timmy boy, we need you so.
And if you come, when all the ground cover’s drying
And vintage motor’s dead, as dead can be
You’ll come and find the tracks where I am lying
And sit and run my Flyer trains for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my tracks will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to run my Flyer
Two railer though it be
I’ll simply sleep in peace while you run my trains for me.