From Under The Covers Lyrics

It's 6.00am and even Big Ben 
Is trying to get his head down for a kip 
But no sooner is it down 
And then it's on with dressing gown 
For this city very rarely loses grip 

But I have a friend who's never up by 10.00 
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide 
He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends 
And he says to me, he cannot tell the time 

It's 7.00am and we're coughing up the phlegm 
Spitting out the taste of night before 
And we'll vomit and we'll choke 
Just to climb their tatty rope 
Well this city has its charm, and its claw 

And he'll blame his clock 
Or he'll say he's lost his socks 
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake 
His excuses are an art 
>From the bottom of his heart 
And he thinks of them whenenver he awakes 

It's 8.00am we're on the road again 
Racing for a placing at the top 
And it says green for go 
For the people in the know 
But for the others all it says is red for stop 

It's cold and its damp 
And they've dug him a grave 
And the 10.15 merchants still in bed 
And scrawled upon the headboard 
For the whole wide world to see 
"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"