Sleepyhead

Six-thirty comes
Like a call to arms
Five alarms have sounded
The covers are confused
Heaped, the sheets are all at one end

Wake up, sleepyhead
Wake up, wake up

It's a lucky land in which you live
The complexes are expansive
The low rises are high marketing inventive
Are you building debt?
It's a mean road they're laying out there
(Are you feeling well?)

Wake up, sleepyhead
(A mean road they're laying out there)

The research is extensive
We can prove it's all genetic
Now don't be scared
We've got just the thing
For you're few and phlegmatic
The young and free are fast and automatic
And they always have been

Four o'clock arrives
The exasperated sigh
Still in line, still confounded
The newspapers keep amused
While the avenues have all become dead ends
Are you being led?
To where the commerce is intensive
And the councils are all cold and retentive

Wake up, sleepyhead
Wake up, wake up, sleepyhead
Wake up, wake up