Assembly Line
Well it's almost eight
We can't be late
So many things to do to get to school
And it's a daily grind
To leave on time
The sun is barely up why all the fuss?
Remove pillow from head
Get out of bed
And tie the bathrobe belt around yourself
Stumble on down the stairs
Pull out some chairs
Sometimes this all feels like we're on
An assembly line
First it's breakfast
Then dishes
Then we lumber upstairs
Take a shower
Then get dressed
And comb all our hairs
The food goes IN THE LUNCHBOX
the lunch box IN THE COOLER
the cooler IN THE BACKPACK
The back pack ON THE STAIRS
The socks go ON THE FEET
The feet go IN THE SHOES
The shoes tied WITH THE LACES
It happens every day
In the same old way
Feels like our whole routine builds model-Ts
When Saturday arrives
It's right on time
Because we've all been dealt conveyor belt
Every morning, it's the same old thing
Jump out of bed when the alarm clock rings
Pulling on shoes on the kitchen floor
Run down the stairs and race out the door
Writer/s: Giles Barskin Forman
