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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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He's longing for his bed |
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Waiting with his neighbors |
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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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He's got to hurry, got to get his seat |
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Can't miss his place, got to rest his feet |
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Ten more minutes till he gets there |
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The crossword's nearly done |
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It's getting 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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He's been happy with the company |
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They've treated him real fair |
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Think of seven letters |
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Begin and end in ' |
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C'Like a big |
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American car |
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But misspelt with a ' |
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D'I wish this bus'd get a move on |
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Driver's taking his time |
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I just don't know |
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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, 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 doc's advice |
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Let up, enjoy your life |
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Listen to what they say |
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It's not a game they play |
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Never get there at this rate |
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He's 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 bowler |
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His pulse-beat seems so brief |
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Eyes fall on his wrist watch |
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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 won't go |
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Tried to ask for help |
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But can't seem to speak a word |
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Words are whispered frantically |
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But don't 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, we told you not to hurry |
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Now it's 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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There's nothing we can do |
