Tekst piosenki
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 There's nothing we can do
