♪ ♪ Underneath the overpass a-leadin' out of Boston Mass, my baby meets me nightly ♪ Underneath the overpass for every train that hurries past, my baby holds me tightly ♪ Others go to Lovers Lane, we go where we hear a train a-chuggin' while we're huggin' ♪ While overhead they're on their way to Arkansas or Iowa, we're happy goin' no place ♪ Underneath the overpass a little bench, a patch of grass, it's better than a showplace ♪ How my heart begins to pound, listenin' to the outward bound of whistlin' while we're kissin' ♪ Oh, I love to hear the clickety-clack, ever so loud and clear, the clickety-clack ♪ For dreamin' and for lovin', we're certainly on the right track ♪ Every night when dinner's through, we hurry to our rendezvous, it's sometime after seven ♪ Underneath the overpass we sure don't need a lookin' glass to see that we're in heaven ♪ Hidden from the wind and rain, it's a thrill to hear a train a-chuggin' while we're huggin' ♪ Whistlin' while we're kissin', how my heart begins to pound, listenin' to the outward bound ♪ Underneath the overpass