Woken at quarter to four, think it was
By a loud party from the flat below
Took a while to get tired again because
I'd had to get out of bed to see who
Was making that racket even although
It was still a school night. I was quite tired
The rest of the day, and so not much more
Could be done, apart from the usual. Fired
Up my uke, played Aretha, so inspired
Her voice was, but her music was the blues
Easy to predict. Tired and feeling slow
But I've got through the day, come wind, come fire
It's half past ten, the weekend it is ours
I'm going to work on Edinburgh, you know
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