| He gets up early about seven o’clock
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| The alarm goes off and then the house starts to rock
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| In and out of the bathroom by seven-o-three
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| By seven-ten he’s downstairs drinking his tea
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| So put a shine on your shoes
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| Put on your pin-striped suit
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| Can’t lose those early-morning-can't-stop-yawning
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| Push and shoving rush hour blues
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| Wife:
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| Darling are you ready?
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| You’ll be late for the bus!
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| Star:
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| Don’t rush me baby
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| While I’m using my brush
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| Wife:
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| Get a move on darling
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| You’re cutting it fine
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| Star:
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| Cool it baby
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| I’ve got plenty of time
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| So put a shine on your shoes
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| Put on your pin-striped suit
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| Can’t lose those early-morning-can't-stop-yawning
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| Push and shoving rush hour blues
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| Soon I’ll be just one of the commuters
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| Waiting for the subway train
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| I’ll be rushing up the stairs
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| And in the elevator
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| By the time that I get there
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| I’m gonna feel like a mole in the ground
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| I’ll be caught in the crush
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| I’ll be pushed and be shoved
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| And I’ll be trying to get the subway train
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| I’ll be fighting with my brief case
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| And my umbrella
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| Every morning and every night
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| Some people do it every day of their lives
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| Wife:
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| Read the paper later
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| You’ll be caught in the queues
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| Star:
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| Don’t rush me baby
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| While I’m reading the news
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| Wife:
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| Darling get a move on
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| You’re cutting it fine
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| Star:
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| Cool it baby
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| I’ve got plenty of time
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| A quick cup of coffee and a slice of
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| Toast and the Star (or should we say
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| Norman?) is off to do battle with the
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| Rush hour queues and traffic jams
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| In the rush hour queues
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| No one gives a damn
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| No one knows where I’m going to
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| No one knows who I am
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| I’m sitting in my office
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| In the metropolis
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| I’m just part of the scenery
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| I’m just part of the machinery
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| Chained to my desk on the 22nd floor
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| I can’t break out through the automatic door
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| I’d jump out the window but I can’t face the drop
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| I’m sitting in a cage with an eye on the clock
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| I’m ready to start paying my dues
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| I’ve got to lose those early-morning-can't-stop-yawning
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| Push and shoving, rush hour blues
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| Well I’m ready to start paying my dues
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| I’ve got to lose those early-morning can’t-stop-yawning
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| Push and shoving rush hour blues |