American Quartet (Vocal Group) — On The 5:15

Talk about your subway Talk about your L Talk about your street car lines as well But when you're living out where the fields are green You got to go home on the five fifteen You leave the office just at five o'clock You stop in at the butchers for a steak or chop You get the vening paper and a magazine And you run like the dickens for the five fifteen Oh the five fifteen Hear the whistle blowing Oh the five fifteen Your ingersol is slow Oh the five fifteen Down the track she's going Bang goes the gate On the five fifteen Wifey's home awaiting Dinner in the pot Dishes on the table and the fire red hot Gets a loving message on the telephone You got to eat your baked potatoes All alone The next train home is the seven thirty eight Hubby goes into the corner to wait Meets the biggest crowd that he's ever seen Seventeen commuters missed the five fifteen Oh the five fifteen Seventeen commuters Oh the five fifteen Lined up at the bar Oh the five fifteen Wifey's home awaiting Nobody home on the five fifteen Everybody's happy Everybody's glad It's the seventeenth drink they've had Suburban quartet is singing Home sweet home and hubby's all excited singing Baritone He gets home at half past one Carrying a steak and a chop and a bun Door is locked and the lights turned down Throws the steak thro' the transom and goes back to town Oh the five fifteen Seventeen commuters Oh the five fifteen Still around the bar Oh the five fifteen Hubby's back to join 'em Now there's a club called the five fifteen Wifey's home a-crying Lying on the bed Hubby's in the office with an awful head Little blue glooms marching thro' his brain Yelling all aboard the five fifteen train He gets to the depot at five o'clock Forgets it is saturday and gets a shock The guard say 'nut' get out of the way The five fifteen doesn't run today Oh the five fifteen Cause of all the sorrow Oh the five fifteen Brought trouble to our house Oh the five fifteen Wifey's gone to mother Bang goes the home on the five fifteen Wifey's got a lawyer looking up the case Hubby's sneaking round the office in disgrace He's got no home and hes got no wife He's [?] the alimony grab for life He's goes to court, his case to fight Takes a look around and everything's alright The jury, the lawyer, the judge supreme All are commuters on the five fifteen Oh the five fifteen The jury won't convict him Oh the five fifteen They're going to set him free On the five fifteen He always did [?] They're all pinochle players on the five fifteen