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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 wanders to the office,
His 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'd 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 they play.
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 dives in his pocket
For his handkerchief
Pearls of sweat on his collar,
His pulse beat seams 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
Tried 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 my 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 date.
We thought we made it clear, we all voiced our inner fears,
We left it up to you, there's nothing we can do.
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 wanders to the office,
His 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'd 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 they play.
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 dives in his pocket
For his handkerchief
Pearls of sweat on his collar,
His pulse beat seams 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
Tried 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 my 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 date.
We thought we made it clear, we all voiced our inner fears,
We left it up to you, there's nothing we can do.
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