I didn't have time to wake you up,
I didn't have time to walk the dog,
And now you're late for work and mad.
Then you have to see your boss,
And he won't talk, and you get lost
At your desk, you sit and fantasize
Of a better life, for the rest of the day.
Of folded eggs n' candle wax,
Parrot heads and candied yams
Are nice but you must stay inside.

Revolution with a frying pan,
Pots and forks and spoons to make a stand.
Bang the secret sound to let them know you're in.

I didn't have time to watch the news.
The world got caught in domestic issues.
Who could hate the hum your TV makes?

Revolution with a frying pan,
Plates and grates and rakes to make a stand.
Bang the secret sound to let them know you're in.
Good morning, get out of the house!


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