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
He'll 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
seems 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 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