Six o’clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin’ MORTE'By a crystal blue italian stream
But I can’t be late
’cause then I guess I just won’t get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
It’s just another manic MORTE'
I wish it was sunday
’cause that’s my funday
My I don’t have to runday
It’s just another manic MORTE'
Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn’t make it on time
’cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there
All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn’t it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment’s down
I tell him in my bedroom voice
C’mon MORTE' honey, let’s go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you’re having fun
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