Cardiac Arrest - Madness

Papers in the morning
Bowler hat on head
Walking to the bus stop
He's longing for his bed
Waiting with his neighbours
In the rush-hour queue
Got to get the first bus
So much for him to do

He's got to hurry
Got to get his seat
Can't miss his place
Got to rest his feet

Ten more minutes til he gets there
The crossword's nearly done
It's getting so hard these days
Not nearly so much fun
His mind wonders to the office
His telephone, desk and chair
He's been happy with the company
They've treated him real fair

Think of seven letters
Begin and end in C
Like a big American car
But mispelt with a D

I wish this bus would get a move on
Driver's taking his time
I just don't know, I'll be late
Oh dear, what will the boss say?
Pull yourself together now
Don't get in a state

Don't you worry
There's no hurry
It's a lovely day
Could all be going your way
Take the dog's advice
Let up, enjoy your life
Listen to what they say
It's not a game they play

Never get there at this rate
He's caught up in a jam
There's a meeting this morning
It's just his luck, oh damn
His hand dives in his pocket
For his handkerchief
Pearls of sweat on his collar
His pulse-beat seems so brief

As for on his wristwatch
The seconds past real slow
Gasping for the hot air
But the chest pain, it won't go

Tries to ask for help
But can't seem to speak a word
Words are whispered frantically
But don't seem to be heard
What about the wife and kids?
They all depend on me

We're so sorry
We told you not to hurry
Now it's just too late
You've got a certain date
We thought we made it clear
We all voiced our inner fears
We left it up to you
There's nothing you can do