The week begins
He sits at his desk
Dreaming of where he should be
On a train somewhere to someplace new
Or one of those hotels on the water in Tahiti
But instead he tries to encourage himself
Another day making bread
That’s been his life for so many years
It’s called getting ahead
He won’t grumble, he’ll just tumble
Will make the most of this day
A masterpiece as best he can
There’s nothing in his way