Stray Cats

Well I fell down on the barroom floor
Well the bartender said don't come in here no more
I passed out in the parking lot
They took one look at me and said look what we got
Well knocked out drunk, passing time
I bought a one ticket on a two way line
How come every single girl I've ever met
Wants to know about things that haven't happened yet
Well making love to you is like a mystery date
I'm always early and you're always late
Things are just never going to be the same
Making love to you is like a runaway train
Illinois central, Southern freight
I'm comin' round a-baby, don't you hesitate
Can't you hear the train coming down the track