Testo Edward, Sandwich Hand The Lucksmiths
God he hates the early mornings
And the Monday afternoons
Heâs already looking bored
Heâs already looking forward
To Friday evening with his friends
It couldnât come too soon
What a terrible way to spend your salad days
Come on!
There must be more to life
Than cutting corners with the butter knife
Sooner or later
Itâll turn into summer
And heâs going somewhere far away from the eight-hour day
Nice work if you can forget it
He opens up and shuts his eyes
Wait and see: daydreaming on the bain-marie
From Come On In to Sorry, Closed
Clockwatch away the working day
Itâs lunchtime
But sometimes the sun shines
Sooner or later
Itâll turn into summer
And heâs going somewhere far away from the crappy cafe
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Heâll pack a suitcase
With t-shirts and travel toothpaste