The sun’s coming up
Peaking round the shade
And the clock on the wall
Is ready to rush my day
Yawning and stretching
For another minute or two
That clock on the wall
Telling me what to do
My shower is finished
My hair done to a tee
That damn clock on the wall
Is now shouting at me
Now that I’m at work
That infernal clock will keep
My eight long hours
With hardly a peep
Finally back home
The door closed and locked
Slowly I turned
And shot that damned clock
