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.