Mum and Dad, me and the cases
race over the river to Waterloo Station.
Queue for 2 hours, steam fills my head
I've started a journey to heaven and I'm not even dead.

Down the platform we all run in August heat
500 people, 400 seats.
Seats don't matter, just get on the train
Mum and Dad tell me time and again
Whistle in mouth, flag in hand
Guard directs loco to the magic land.

Through dirty windows sun shines in my eyes
The youngster of ten see the real countryside
No houses, no people just green and blue instead
I'm going to heaven and I'm not even dead.

Is that the sea Mum? No? Well how long to go
I'm sure we past Portsmouth an hour ago
Yes. There's Victory, Ark Royal, Queen Mary and submarines in view
The magic is starting, the paddles are to.

Turning and rocking out of the harbour
Passed three forts, which I'll buy when I'm older
There's Ryde Pier, the church on the hill
Thank God those little steam trains are working still.
On the 'Brading' I feel the island tingling in my head
I'm in heaven now and I'm not even dead.

Culver cliffs, Yaverland, sun and the sea
I pinch myself twice to see if I'm me.
Beautiful flowers, Blue Lagoon still here
Cliff walk to Shanklin opposite the pier.
Sandown, Lake - no nothing has changed
Now off to Browns, the ritual remains.
The best cheese rolls, cream slices, milk shakes are ahead
I've landed in heaven and I'm not even dead

The magic of Sandown and more are with me today
Though this' mainlander' is fat, fifty and grey.
So to end the ramblings of a sad man with his head in a twist,
No man's an island but
The Isle of Wight is.