7am the alarm is ringing
Into the shower I'm dancing and singing
Wash my poppy and wash my pits
Then around and under my enormous bits
I shave my legs until they are smooth
Still getting down with the music groove
I jump out of the shower and into my room
Knowing I've got to go to work soon
I put on my shoe
I can only find one
Now I don't know where
The other has gone
I'm gonna be late
Oh I've not done my hair
I'm getting frustrated
And nobody cares
I'm all in a muddle
I'm out of the door
Straight into a puddle
Can't take anymore
I think that I am gonna call in sick
My boss will think I am taking the mick
Oh what a morning, what a disaster
These carry on mornings, I need to master
No more rushing
I'm taking my time
I need to sort out
This messed up life of mine.
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