| Papers in the morning
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| Bowler hat on head
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| Walking to the bus stop
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| Hes longing for his bed,
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| Waiting with his neighbours
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| In the rush hour queue
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| Got to get the first bus
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| So much for him to do.
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| Hes got to hurry
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| Got to get his seat
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| Can’t miss his place
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| Got to rest his feet.
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| Ten more minutes till he gets there
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| The crosswords nearly done.
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| Its been so hard these days
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| Not nearly so much fun.
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| His mind wanders to the office
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| His telephone, desk and chair
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| Hes been happy with the company
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| Theyve treated him real fair.
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| Think of seven letters
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| Begin and end in c
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| Like a big american car
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| But misspelt with a d.
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| I wish this busd get a move on,
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| Drivers taking his time.
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| I just dont know, I’ll be late
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| Oh dear what will the boss say?
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| Pull yourself together now
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| Don’t get in a state
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| Don’t you worry
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| There’s no hurry
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| It’s a lovely day
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| Could all be going your way
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| Take the docs advice
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| Let up enjoy your life
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| Listen to what they say
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| Its not a game they play.
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| Never get there at this rate
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| Hes caught up in a jam.
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| There’s a meeting this morning
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| It’s just his luck oh damn!
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| His hand dives in his pocket
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| For his handkerchief.
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| Pearls of sweat on his collar
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| His pulse-beat seems so brief.
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| Eyes fall on his wristwatch
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| The seconds pass real slow
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| Gasping for the hot air
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| But the chest pain it wont go.
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| Tried to ask for help
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| But cant seem to speak a word,
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| Words are whispered frantically
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| But dont seem to be heard.
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| What about the wife and kids?
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| They all depend on me!
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| We’re so sorry
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| We told you not to hurry.
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| Now its just too late
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| You’ve got a certain date
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| We thought we made it clear
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| We all voiced our inner fears
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| We left it up to you
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| Theres nothing we can do. |