In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brown

On the silver paper of the wrapper

There's a dapper little man

And he wears a wax moustache

That he twists with nicotine fingers

As he drops his cigarette ash

And someone comes and sweeps it up

And then he doffs his cap

And there's a rat in someone's bedroom

And they're shutting someone's trap

And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces



And the doors swing back and forward