He never won a race he started
He was always way behind
It made his teachers wonder
What went on in his mind
He always made it late for school
No matter how he tried
He was always coming to the door
While the others sat inside
Always late at dinner time
He was always being told
"You'll be late for your own funeral"
And he ate dinner....always cold
He'd miss the bus, be late for work
I guess it was his fate
No matter what he did....well,
He always turned up late
His bride walked out and left him
When she showed up to the church
He was still home sleeping
She thought he'd left her in the lurch
There are times when being tardy though
Made him thankful that his clock
Was running late and he showed up
As the ship sailed from the dock
He was behind about an hour
On that cold and fateful day
He was late for his own funeral
As The Titanic sailed away...
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
He never won a race he started
He was always way behind
It made his teachers wonder
What went on in his mind
He always made it late for school
No matter how he tried
He was always coming to the door
While the others sat inside
Always late at dinner time
He was always being told
"You'll be late for your own funeral"
And he ate dinner....always cold
He'd miss the bus, be late for work
I guess it was his fate
No matter what he did....well,
He always turned up late
His bride walked out and left him
When she showed up to the church
He was still home sleeping
She thought he'd left her in the lurch
There are times when being tardy though
Made him thankful that his clock
Was running late and he showed up
As the ship sailed from the dock
He was behind about an hour
On that cold and fateful day
He was late for his own funeral
As The Titanic sailed away...
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