He gets up early about seven o'clock, The alarm goes off and then the house starts to rock. In and out of the bathroom by seven-o-three, By seven-ten he's downstairs drinking his tea. So put a shine on your shoes, Put on your pin-striped suit. Can't lose those early-morning-can't-stop-yawning, Push and shoving rush hour blues.
You'll be late for the bus!
While I'm using my brush.
So put a shine on your shoes Put on your pin-striped suit. Can't lose those early-morning-can't-stop-yawning Push and shoving rush hour blues.
Soon I'll be just one of the commuters Waiting for the subway train. I'll be rushing up the stairs By the time that I get there I'm gonna feel like a mole in the ground I'll be caught in the crush I'll be pushed and be shoved, And I'll be trying to get the subway train. I'll be fighting with my brief case Every morning and every night. Some people do it every day of their lives.
You'll be caught in the queues.
While I'm reading the news.
A quick cup of coffee and a slice of toast and the Star (or should we say, Norman?) is off to do battle with the rush hour queues and traffic jams.
No one knows where I'm going to
I'm just part of the scenery, I'm just part of the machinery. Chained to my desk on the 22nd floor, I can't break out through the automatic door, I'd jump out the window but I can't face the drop I'm sitting in a cage with an eye on the clock.
I'm ready to start paying my dues, I've got to lose those early-morning-can't-stop-yawning, Push and shoving, rush hour blues.
Well I'm ready to start paying my dues, I've got to lose those early-morning can't-stop-yawning, Push and shoving rush hour blues.