Late For Work

My little girl is a sleepyhead
Says she'd like to spend her whole life in bed
The only thing is I've a job to do
But she'd like me to stay in bed too

Late for work
She wouldn't let me go
Late for work
I couldn't say no
Late for work
It's nearly ten
I'm late for work
Again

My alarm bell rings, I'm awake in a flash
No time for my Weetabix, I gotta dash
Then she rolls over, grips me like a vice
Says, "Here's your breakfast, honey
It's sumpin' nice"

Late for work
She wouldn't let me go
Late for work
I couldn't say no
Late for work
It's nearly ten
I'm late for work

The boss is waitin'
He's agitatin'
Watchin' the minutes tick by
You're one hour late and you still look tired
Be on time tomorrow or you're fired

We go to bed early, nine or thereabouts
She gets plenty of lovin' 'fore the light goes out
But when we wake up she's ready for more
And I just can't get my feet on the floor

Late for work
She wouldn't let me go
Late for work
I just couldn't say no
Late for work
It's nearly ten
I'm late for work
Again

Late for work
Uh, I, I know I was gettin' out of bed, honey
Late for work
Uh, but I was just gonna get your breakfast
Late for work

Uh, wha-what do you mean "here's somethin' warm to slip into"?
Late for work
I think my dressin' gown and slippers'd be better than that
Late for work
Woo, oh, uh, uh, uh
Late for work
Oh, baby, you know what I like
Late for work
Late for work