Work’s okay at present, I quite like it
So lucky, it almost gives me a thrill
Sometimes as I just get better at it
That’s it really, you gradually start to fit
And feel comfortable even though there’s lots
To do, and that helps make each day go quick
Then work is done, teatime, eat, then wash pots
On my copybook, not too many blots
Watching The Crown, on and off, also kills
Time. So does the guitar as I play hit
After hit, riff after riff. Hands in knots
As they do don’t know what, too fast to feel
You know what’s happening, but you still do it
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