I keep waking up every day
To come to work just to collect my pay

I don’t even know if I like what I do
I feel like I’m better off home with the flu

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to do something you love?
Write a book, feed a dove

Walk on the beach
Sand in your toes
Salty sea air
Tickling your nose

It really is such a lovely daydream
Don’t wake me up, cause I just might scream