Maurice wakes up everyday at seven
Shuts himself up in his bathroom, his big comfy oven
And sometimes the steam gives him headhache
But he would never leave that warm womb and go through another cold day

He thinks:
“Please, please, sunday, come soon
And give me some football on Sky TV”

Maurice backs home by the night bus
Which is always full of awkward people doing awkward things
And sometimes someone raises his head up
But Maurice just looks away and goes straight to the end of his day

He thinks:
“Please, please, sunday, come soon
And give me an american movie and a pack of beer”

Don’t worry, poor Maurice
Your life is just about 15 years away from his end