It's dive-o-clock
this must be the aftershock
( oh! that's why I'm shaking )

so
I fell into waking that took me
from taking an irrevocable step,
I let
dreams like that pass
but
it's still
dive-o five-o and I'm still alive, oh
what a wonderful day.

someone shouts
are you in pain,
on drugs
what gives?
I reply,
one doesn't have to be happy to write miserably
and I've had years of experience,

back in the real world
( I think )
it's ******* it down
London Town could float away
yippee
off work for a day,

someone will pull the plug out
and we'll all be dug out,

there is no rest for the wicked,