Thomas’ Jazz Express
(chugga-chugga-chugga) Rolling down the island track
He’s never looking back
With a coat of bright blue paint
He’s a little engine saint (choo-choo!)
Thomas the choo-choo, riding the line Keeping the schedule,
right on time (yeah!) Thomas the choo-choo,
hear him blow
Watch that little engine go!
Heavy coal inside the grate
He is never, ever late
Through the hills and past the trees
Flying fast on the ocean breeze
Thomas the choo-choo, fading away
Back to the shed at the end of the day (chugga-chugga-chugga-shhh)