Gotta have your black-eyed peas even if you're not at home.
Lyrics
My ticket has been bought, my destination's sure
This stop train is slow, so I'll have to endure
It's New Year's Day on a train to Amsterdam
I'll eat cold black-eyed peas with a plastic spoon from a can
The station is empty, the landscape is bleak
Why hasn't this stop become obsolete?
Tradition's all you've got when time has past
You hope for luck and you hope your luck will last
