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 Til He Gets There

The Crossword's Nearly Done

It's Getting So Hard These Days

Not Nearly So Much Fun

His Mind Wonders 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 Mispelt With A D



I Wish This Bus Would 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 Dog'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



As For On His Wristwatch

The Seconds Past Real Slow

Gasping For The Hot Air

But The Chest Pain, It Won't Go



Tries 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 You Can Do