Belle The Sleeping Car Songtext / Lyric

Looks and youth ain't everything

Experience is a quality that counts for a lot

The sad thing 'bout experience is by the time you've got it

It's usually all you've got



I'm Belle, Belle, Belle the sleeping car

Doesn't matter who you are

Just climb aboard to lie with me

And when you wake I'll make you tea



A Pullman car when I was made

I went down for the seaside trade

I'm peeling now the light's too bright

I wear dark glasses day and night






I had crystal lamps

Irish linen

It set off my red velvet dress

Those who rode on me compared me to

The Orient Express -

That was excessive



But now the climb aboard, undress

Don't wait for me to whisper "yes"

Don't say goodnight just hit the light

And worst of all turn over and go straight to sleep



Once I was real main liner

Enjoying the occasional smoke

Now I hang around the fuel dump

Sniffing the coke -

It really chokes me



Oh Belle Belle Belle the sleeping truck

I'm down at wheel down on my luck

I may not be first class but I'm not yet worst class

I can still warm you when the night is cold

I'm a sleeper with a heart of gold



I can still warm you when the night is cold

I'm a sleeper with a heart of gold