Frayed train, frayed train, scuffed in back,
Frayed train, frayed train, scuffed in back.
Please do not the trains step on
Or the brides will be forlorn.

Those who step on ’em are knaves
Because there’s no time for laves,
So watch out where you put your feet
Or that cloth will look pretty beat. . .

And look like an old ripped-up sheet,
So don’t walk like you’re out on the street.
Those gowns are gonna look just fine,
Long as you toe the line.

A train ain’t made to touch your feet,
So don’t walk too close. . .wouldn’t be mete.
Oh no! You’ve trod upon a pleat;
To make it worse, your shoes have cleats.

Frayed train, frayed train, scuffed in back,
Frayed train, frayed train, scuffed in back.
Too late to not step upon
The bride’s gown that’s rudely torn.