They sawed the wood they forged the steel,nSteel that was sober, safe and stern.nThey gave me rails instead of wheels,nWheels that could leave and not return.nI have my street I have my hill,nHill to go up and then come down.nAnd that's my lot from now untilnA dinosaur destroys the town.nnI hear that rumble,nI hear that roar.nWith one last grumblenI pine like I've pined beforenI am a Tram but I long to be, a 500 cc.nnSo in my tiny Truman Show,nShow where the buildings block the view,nI watch the people come and go,nGoing and talking like you do.nI heard of a tree, the king of the trees,nA tree that's as big as a battleship,nNow that would be a sight to seenIf I could only get to it.nnI hear that rumble,nI hear that roar.nWith one last grumblenI pine like I've pined beforenI am a Tram but I long to be, a 500 cc.nnI'll chug chug chug chug chugnTill I go out with a thud,nTill I go out with a thud.