“...woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head...on the way down stairs I drank a cup, looking up, I noticed I was late...”
Up in the morning at half past eight
You can’t have your breakfast ‘cause you’ll be late
You tie your tie like a hangman’s noose
Ain’t no time to drink your juice
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You forgot the repeated “huffing”...
“Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream”