(verse) The neighbor baby cried all night. I woke up to The Price Is Right. Fell out of bed, tripped on the cat. The coffee’s cold, imagine that. (pre-chorus) No time to shave. Shower’s cold. My job won’t wait. Gotta hit the road. (chorus) I’m late to work. My bike’s on fire. Feel that just might be an omen. I hose it down. Check the tires. Who’s surprised, they both were stolen. (2-bar instrumental) (verse) I start to walk. I lock the door. My shoes don’t match. My socks are torn. The neighbors wave, say, “Go to hell!” Feel like the son of William Tell. (chorus) Late to work. Can’t get a ride. The bus broke down. My phone just died. Stepped in gum. Nipped by a dog. I’d care more if I weren’t just a cog. (bridge) Didn’t used to be like this, when I still called you mine. You could make a bad day turn around, it’d be just fine. Now I’m an owl that swims upstream, chaos my unending dream. My everyday life is under attack. Any chance you’re coming back? (chorus) Late to work. My ass is fried. My boss don’t take no ifs ands or buts. —BUT WAIT— What’s this? He’ll be late. His turtle died. I’m lucky my bad luck’s contagious. (chorus) Late to work. My bike’s on fire. Feel that just might be an omen. Forty years till I retire. Sensing that the system’s broken. (chorus) Late to work. My bike’s on fire. My whole world has gone bizarro. Doesn’t mean I don’t have hope. I heard it just might rain tomorrow.
