Mr. Commuter

You're an ordinary man

And you do the best you can

For your children and the family

On the early mornin' train

Everyday seems just the same

And you dream of playin' cricket on the green

Mr Commuter, you're like a computer

You never step out of line

You do what you're told

Until you're too old

Can't you see you're wasting your time?

Up and down the London wall

In the shadow of Guildhall

To the dear old lady of Threadneedle Street

From Monday morning to Friday

You will see him come what may

And you'll hear the echo of his marching feet

Mr Commuter, you're like a computer

You never step out of line

You do what you're told

Until you're too old

Can't you see you're wasting your time?

Like a regimental soldier

With a brolly on his shoulder

As he travels to the city every day

And it isn't very funny

'Cause he never gets much money

But he does gets lunch and vouchers with his pay

Hey!

Mr Commuter, you're like a computer

You never step out of line

You do what you're told

Until you're too old

Can't you see you're wasting your time?

Hey Mr Commuter! Hey hey!

Hey Mr Commuter! Hey hey!

Hey Mr Commuter! Hey hey!

Hey Mr Commuter! Hey hey!

Hey Mr Commuter! Hey hey!

Hey Mr Commuter! Hey hey!