Hercule Poirot
Twirls his mustache in the dining car
Knows the approach
There's a tunnel to the reservoir
He wants to be in
He wants to be in
Corseted Kate in car #8
There's something bout her he just can't shake
Corseted Kate
In car #8
The only mystery
Is how sweet is her cake
He wants to get far
With his own train car
Train that tunnel
To her reservoir

Secrets of her deep
And her clues are irresistible
Prickly ennui
His descent is now inevitable
He's practically in
He's practically in
Corseted Kate in Car #8
But something he failed to anticipate

Oh no no no, Jacques Cousteau
Oh no no no, Jacques Cousteau

M Jacques Cousteau
Already soaking in her reservoir
Here's what he knows
She's a slippery humpback jaguar
He's already in
He's already in
Corseted Kate in car #8
With electric eels that masturbate
Cousteau, M Jacques
Blocking H cock
Her inner child is animal wild
A proud loin's mane beats quick Belgian brain
And submarine arrives ahead of the train

Tunnels and trains
Tunnels and trains
We pop champagne
For tunnels and trains
Tunnels and trains
Tunnels and trains
We can't abstain
From tunnels and trains

He's a detective
That's also called a dick
He's not defective
Because he isn't thick
But a deep sea diver
EG going down
Will take a fiver
From gears that only pound pound

She wears a corset
It's torture to be blunt
She has opinions
That's also called a cunt
But why the slander
When cunt can be so sweet?
She has a plan where
The three of them will meet meet

Hercule considers his options