Cardiac Arrest Bowler hat on head
Papers in the morning
Walking to the bus stop
He's longing for his bed
Waiting with his neighbours
In the rushGot 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 The crossword's nearly done
Ten more minutes till he gets there
It's getting so hard these days
Not nearly so much fun
His mind wanders to the office
He's been happy with the company
His telephone, desk and chair
They've treated him real fair
Like a big American car but misspelt with a 'D'
Think of seven letters begin and end in 'C' I wish this bus'd get a move on
Driver's taking his time
I just don't know I'll be late
Pull yourself together now
Oh dear, what will the boss say?
Don't get in a state
Don't you worry, there's no hurry Let up, enjoy your life
It's a lovely day
Could all be going your way
Take the doc's advice
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
His hand dives in his pocket
There's a meeting this morning
It's just his luck, oh damn
For his handkerchief
Pearls of sweat on his bowler
His pulseGasping for the hot air but the chest pain it won't go
Eyes fall on his wristTried to ask for help But can't seem to speak a word
Words are whispered frantically
What about the wife and kids?
But don't seem to be heard
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 left it up to you
We all voiced our inner fears
There's nothing we can do.
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