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.

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.