Eight a.m. stand up and set that breakfast plate – There’s money to be made.
s-i-c-k , I feel sick in all possible ways – That coffee machine sounds great.

It was no big deal to get me in,
You told me I had style, I’m looking in,
And all the times we wondered what has changed,
There must be something more or even somebody else

Ten a.m. the second verse needs to be filled – Could you please repeat the first?
And still no rest, no sleep, the tube it’s always on – But all the ideals they have gone!