Ub 40 - So Here I Am Тексты

Seven on a Monday morning.
And it's a sunny day.
It's just too hot to be working
But you've got to pay your way.


So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing I could please myself.

Ten hours a day I'm grafting
Under the bosses eye,
Earn just enough to keep going,
Making cars I'll never buy.



Five days a week I'm giving,
My time is clocking on.
Just two days left for living,
Wondering where my life has gone.