Papers in the morning
Bowler hat on head
Walking to the bus stop
Hes 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.
Hes 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 crosswords nearly done.
Its been so hard these days
Not nearly so much fun.
His mind wanders to the office
His telephone, desk and chair
Hes been happy with the company
Theyve 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 busd get a move on,
Drivers taking his time.
I just dont 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 docs advice
Let up enjoy your life
Listen to what they say
Its not a game they play.Never get there at this rate
Hes 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 seems so brief.
Eyes fall on his wristwatch
The seconds pass real slow
Gasping for the hot air
But the chest pain it wont go.
Tried to ask for help
But cant seem to speak a word,
Words are whispered frantically
But dont 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 its 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
Theres nothing we can do.
