Another Day

Another day, another dollar. Do you ever

Hear me holler? Too fond of living my life,

Keeping away from all the strife, working

To keep a roof over my head – that is once

I have got out of bed.

Days never cease, never come to an end

My workload is piling up, even no time to

Do the washing up. But do you hear me

Complain? I’m too busy acting in vain,

And wondering why it never rains.

But I’ll carry on till all my work is done,

Then I’ll go out and have some fun – that’s

If there is any sun. So see you soon,

Hoping you haven’t gone to the moon.