Boss Hog

Laid lately late, I'm going down

In a bright red car in the middle of the rainstorm
I'm going to forget everything I learned today
In my favourite shirt and a pair of sunglasses
I'm going to leave and be on my way

Laid lately late, I'm going down

Monday in the lift I was a zombie
Heavy weekend weighing heavy on me
Can't wait for the next bank holiday
Five o'clock ridiculously far away

Tuesday afternoon is never-ending
Calculate the time that I've been spending
Chasing after something you never see
Bit part player in another man's fantasy

Bad karma filling up the ashtray
Two days to kill until the last day
Putting eight hours to the sword quite happily
Head to the grind and a lack of vitality

Thursday starts to feel a little realer
No fear but how do you deal with the
Vast expanse of afternoon left till a
Last gasp chance to pass the time test and a

Friday hear the music in your head now
Still feel the gravity of the bed now
By noon you start to feel nice, in
Another three hours I'll be rocking with the Bison

By Saturday night you'll be in London
Laid lately, late and fully on one
No time to waste, time to follow me
The place is fake, but it will never swallow me

In a bright red car in the middle of the rainstorm
I'm going to beat time for a time, for a couple of days
In my favourite shirt and a pair of sunglasses
I'm going to leave these forty thieves; I'm going to get away

Laid lately, late, I'm going down