| Song | Boat Train |
| Artist | The Pogues |
| Album | Original Album Series |
| 作词 : MacGowan | |
| I met with Napper Tandy and I shook him by the hand | |
| He said hold me up for chrissake, for i can hardly stand | |
| the most disgraceful journey on which i've ever been | |
| the last time that i traveled on the boat train | |
| i had a couple of drinks in town, a few more in the port | |
| i puked up on the gangway but some kind folks helped me board | |
| they sat me at a table, poured whiskey down my throat | |
| sat me at a table and i lost my watch and coat | |
| First we drank some whiskey | |
| then we had some gin | |
| then we had tequila i think that's what did me in | |
| then we had some brandy and the women had a dance | |
| the steward then announced that we could play the game of chance | |
| we crowded round the table with our money in our hands | |
| i landed on the other side without a penny in my pants | |
| woke up in the toilet when we got to holyhead | |
| the doors were all a-banging and i wished that i was dead | |
| then we went through customs | |
| a couple of credited thugs | |
| first they looked for bombs and guns | |
| then they looked for drugs | |
| stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
| told some Irish jokes | |
| said "fuck off now paddy" | |
| so i headed for the smoke | |
| on the boat train | |
| we got on board the train and then we had a drink or two | |
| started playing poker but the booze ran out at crewe | |
| some people started sleeping, others looked for duty free | |
| some bastard started singing "little cottage by the lee" | |
| he then sang "paper roses," "boolavogue," "eileen aru" | |
| somebody started slagging off the Pakis and the Jews | |
| found a bottle of whiskey | |
| found a bottle of gin | |
| i sat down in the corner and i read the daily news | |
| first i drank the whiskey | |
| then i drank the gin | |
| i tried to make the toilet | |
| but i broke my fucking shin | |
| the next thing that i knew i was in london in the rain | |
| staggering up the platform on the boat train |
| zuò cí : MacGowan | |
| I met with Napper Tandy and I shook him by the hand | |
| He said hold me up for chrissake, for i can hardly stand | |
| the most disgraceful journey on which i' ve ever been | |
| the last time that i traveled on the boat train | |
| i had a couple of drinks in town, a few more in the port | |
| i puked up on the gangway but some kind folks helped me board | |
| they sat me at a table, poured whiskey down my throat | |
| sat me at a table and i lost my watch and coat | |
| First we drank some whiskey | |
| then we had some gin | |
| then we had tequila i think that' s what did me in | |
| then we had some brandy and the women had a dance | |
| the steward then announced that we could play the game of chance | |
| we crowded round the table with our money in our hands | |
| i landed on the other side without a penny in my pants | |
| woke up in the toilet when we got to holyhead | |
| the doors were all abanging and i wished that i was dead | |
| then we went through customs | |
| a couple of credited thugs | |
| first they looked for bombs and guns | |
| then they looked for drugs | |
| stuck a flashlight up my ass | |
| told some Irish jokes | |
| said " fuck off now paddy" | |
| so i headed for the smoke | |
| on the boat train | |
| we got on board the train and then we had a drink or two | |
| started playing poker but the booze ran out at crewe | |
| some people started sleeping, others looked for duty free | |
| some bastard started singing " little cottage by the lee" | |
| he then sang " paper roses," " boolavogue," " eileen aru" | |
| somebody started slagging off the Pakis and the Jews | |
| found a bottle of whiskey | |
| found a bottle of gin | |
| i sat down in the corner and i read the daily news | |
| first i drank the whiskey | |
| then i drank the gin | |
| i tried to make the toilet | |
| but i broke my fucking shin | |
| the next thing that i knew i was in london in the rain | |
| staggering up the platform on the boat train |