Papers in the morning
Bowler hat on head
Walking to the bus stop
He's longing for his bed
Waiting with his neighbours
In the rush hour queue
Got to get the first bus
So much for him to do
He's got to hurry
Got to get his seat
Can't miss his place
Got to rest his feet
Ten more minutes till he gets there
The crossword's nearly done
It's been so hard these days
Not nearly so much fun
His mind runs through the office
Telephone, desk and chair
He's been happy with the company
They've treated him real fair
Think of seven letters
Begin and end in 'C'
Like a big American car
But misspelt with a 'D'
'I wish this bus would get a move on,
Driver's taking his time
I just don't know, I'll be late
Oh dear what will the boss say?'
Pull yourself together now
Don't get in a state
Don't you worry
There's no hurry
It's a lovely day
Could all be going your way
Take the doc's advice
Let up, enjoy your life
Listen to what they say
*** It's not a game made grey
He'll never get there at this rate
He's caught up in a jam
There's a meeting this morning
It's just his luck -- 'Oh damn!'
*** His hand lies in his pocket
For his handkerchief
*** Bells of sweat in his collar
His prospects seem so brief
Eyes fall on his wristwatch
The seconds pass real slow
Gasping for the hot air
But the chest pain it won't go
Try to ask for help
But can't seem to speak a word
Words are whispered frantically
But don't seem to be heard
'What about the wife and kids?
They all depend on me!'
We're so sorry
We told you not to hurry
Now it's just too late
You've got a certain fate
We thought we made it clear
We're not ones who interferes
We left it up to you
There's nothing we can do
It's a lovely day
Could all be going your way
Take the doc's advice
Let up, enjoy your life
Listen to what they say
*** It's not a game made grey |