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 getting 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 bowler
His pulse-beat seems so brief
Eyes fall on his wrist-watch, 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 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 date
We thought we made it clear
We all voiced our inner fears
We left it up to you
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