Patient Number Seven - Paco del Stinko

Every day, he sat in the yard
Watching the other six go out and work hard
He could only pray that they'd call on him
But with his small size, his chances were slim

He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting (and waiting)
He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting

Every night, while falling asleep
He'd softly sigh and drift off into a dream
He'd put up a fight, too brutal to mention
Show off his might, and become the lead engine

He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting (and waiting)
He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting

He'd get his chance - To go up the hill
They'd understand - He'd show them his will

One afternoon, alone on the track
He counted as all of the others came back
With too big a load, the hill couldn't be crested
The yard chief told him, it was time to be tested

(I think I can - I know I can)

So he had puffed, and proven his worth
After patiently waiting for his re-birth
He showed he was tough, and he stood tall
Then he tooted his horn after besting them all

He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting (and waiting)
He kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting

He got his chance - And went up the hill
He made them understand - He showed them his will