From Under The Covers
It's 6.00am and even Big Be
Is trying to get his head down for a ki
But no sooner is it dow
And then it's on with dressing gow
For this city rarely loses gri
But I have a friend who's never up by 10.0
He's fast asleep with mouth open wid
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friend
And he says to me, he cannot tell the tim
It's 7.00am and we're coughing up the phleg
Spitting out the taste of night befor
And we'll vomit and we'll never chok
Just to climb their tatty rop
Well, this city has it's charm, and it's cla
And he'll blame his cloc
Or he'll say he's lost his sock
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snak
His excuses are an ar
From the bottom of his hear
And he thinks of them whenever he awake
It's 8.00am we're on the road agai
Racing for a placing at the to
And it says green for g
For the people in the kno
But for others all it says is red for sto
It's cold and it's dam
And they've dug him a grav
And the 10.15 merchants still in be
And scrawled upon the headboar
For the whole wide world to see i
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"
