Early morning I'm still yawning Kiss the children See you tonight dear Cheerio
Henry's an angel when he closes the gate But to the station he don't want to be late His manner changes as he steps on the train Beneath his bowler (hat) lies a schizophrenic brain Oh he wants to flirt and Yes he's looking up the skirts
He want to meddle with a body He want to tamper with your mind Sooner or later He's gonna rip us his paper He's gonna bring his fantasy Out of the closet and into reality
Henry's a devil when he get to this job Won't take a break, he want to get to the top No getting credit when the credit is due He wants the glory and he'll crucify you
Ten years, no promotion Now he's gonna make them sit up (sit up) He's been the brain behind the business So, shut up (shut up) And put your money where you mouth is
Sooner or later He's gonna take the computer And take the information He'll make a killing in the city And they'll never, never, never ever know
All alone Sitting in his zanzibar Dreamin' and schemin' A plan of action but he won't get very far Another skin-full Two more tequilas and he'll rule the world This is a rat-trap (mere existence) He's really losing face (resistance) I hear he's headin' for disaster The fool will never beat the master now
It's very late, he staggers back to the shop There's something wrong if he's not back on the dot It's so astounding as he falls through the door He takes his lunch and passes out on the floor Oh it's not his fashion Usually keeps his passion hidden (hidden) They'll never see him in the same way Driven (driven) He won't forget the things he did today
Sooner or later He's gonna rip us his paper He's gonna bring his fantasy Out of the closet and into reality
Hello darlin' How's your day been? Can't complain dear Same as usual
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