The Trolley Song

Clang, clang, clang went the trolley.

Ding, ding, ding went the bell.

Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings,

as we started for Huntington Dell.

Chug, chug, chug went the motor.

Bump, bump, bump went the brake.

Thump, thump, thump went my heartstrings,

as we glided for Huntington Lake.

The day was bright. The air was sweet;

the smell of honeysuckle charmed me off my feet.

I tried to sing but couldn't squeak.

In fact I felt so good, I couldn't even speak.

Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer.

Time to all disembark.

Time to part with my heartstrings,

as we got off at Huntington Park,

as we got off at Hunt -- Hey! --ington Park.

With my high-starched collar and my high-top shoes

and my hair piled high up on my head,

I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley

and lost my heart instead.

With his light brown derby and his bright green tie,

he was quite the handsomest of men.

I started to yen1, so I counted to ten,

then I counted to ten again.

Clang, clang, clang went the trolley.

Ding, ding, ding went the bell.

Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings.

From the moment I saw him, I fell.

Chug, chug, chug went the motor.

Bump, bump, bump went the brakes.

Thump, thump, thump went my heartstrings.

When he smiled, I could feel the car shake.

He tipped his hat and took a seat.

He said he hoped he hadn't stepped upon my feet.

He asked my name. I held my breath;

I couldn't speak, because he scared me half to death.

Chug, chug, chug went the motor.

Plop, plop, plop went the wheels.

Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings.

As he started to go, then I started to know how it feels

when the universe reels.

The day was bright. The air was sweet;

the smell of honeysuckle charmed you off your feet.

You tried to sing but couldn't squeak

in fact you loved him so, you couldn't even speak.

Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer.

Plop, plop, plop went the wheels.

Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings.

As he started to leave, I took hold of his sleeve with my hand.

And as if it were planned,

he stayed on with me and it was grand

just to stand with his hand holding mine

to the end of the line.

1. Yen = "Yearn; to have a craving." https://www.dictionary.com/browse/yen#

• Artist:Meet Me in St. Louis (OST)