She's sat whistling
unusual?
but good
little red in the face
with a blue coat
and hood.

The big fellow with a moustache
cigarette ash on his lapel is
whistling as well.

A musical start to the day hits me
right in the heart,
this is the way that we rock.

Monday
a shock to the system and
weekends?
seems that I always missed them.

Mr green shoes
humming the Beiderbecke blues
I
know how he feels.

The lady in the corner seat
looks dead beat
fast asleep
no one disturbs her.

I'm standing as usual
and
when they say,
'all change'
I really want it to be
a game of musical chairs,
it never is though.

This tube carries my load
until I arrive at
Tottenham Court Road
and work begins.