Up in the morning, can't be late.
Got no breakfast on my plate.
My wife's in bed, she don't give a hang.
So I go to work on the Wellington tram.
Crash bang, wallop,
rattle clang.
I go to work on the Wellington tram.
Conductor man for me, he make it warm.
And the motor man say, get off of this platform.
Down inside the car I go.
Conductor, he tread on my toe.
I let loose a yell, my toe is sore.
He say, never mind boy, you got nine more.
Crash bang, wallop,
rattle clang.
I go to
work on the Wellington tram.
Conductor man for me, he make it warm.
And the motor man
say, get off of this platform.
When I get off at Courtney Place,
the tram it move.
I fall on my face across the road.
I slide and roll,
massage my head on a telegraph pole.
Crash bang, wallop,
rattle clang.
Heaven bless the Wellington tram.
Conductor and motor man will be my friend.
Until the time when my days will end.
Conductor and motor man will be my friend.
Until the time when my days will end.