Syncopation Train

On the syncopation train

Listen to the wheels,

Syncopating, syncopating,

You’ve got wings upon your heels,

There’s sparks beneath the wheels,

Like an icepick htrust into,

Forty thousand volts of power,

And the syncopation train,

Is running through my life,

Like the lines running through my head,

And I syncopate in rhyme

On the syncopation train

Listen to the wheels,

Syncopating, syncopating,

You’ve got wings upon your heels,

I went to see the doctor,

I tried to describe my pain,

But he sat and tapped his foot in time

To the syncopation train,

I said: “Hey Doc. what’s happenin’ ?”

He said: “son let me ask you”,

Then he looked at me with a cryptic grin

And said: “where’d you get those dancing shoes?”

On the syncopation train

Listen to the wheels,

Syncopating, syncopating,

You’ve got wings upon your heels,

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Orient Pacific Music