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.