It’s 8 a.m. and your day has nearly started.
You must be at the office dead on 9.
Hey Mr. 9-to-5 it’s just another day and you must have done the same so many times.
Reach the office, you sit down and have a cup of tea, read the paper and tut-tut at the news.
The enemies of this country are marching on our streets, but you don’t care so long as they don’t touch you.
Hey Mr., Mr. 9-to-5…Won’t you tell me what you think of life?
Think of all the things that you have missed.
Don’t you want much more from life than this?
Pick your daughter up from school and take her home with you.
You wonder why she’s looking bored and down.
You wonder where it was that you went wrong, when she turns ’round and says:
“Well I hope I never turn out like you.”