Woke up, fell out of bed,
dragged a comb across my head,
found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
and looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat,
made the bus in seconds flat,
found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

Ah ah ah...

I read the news today, oh boy,
four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire.
And though the holes were rather small
they had to count them all,
now they know how many holes it takes to fill it