Lyrics:

Cousins-Cronk-Lambert

I get up in the morning in the usual state
Listen to the breakfast show and know that I'm late
Clock in at the factory and pick up my tools
I never give a damn because the union rules.

I'm back in the old routine, back in the old routine
Back in the old routine, back in the old routine.

I drop in at the local for a pint and a chat
End up at the takeaway for Siamese cat
The wife is watching telly in a pink negligee
The midnight horror movie and she's ready to play.

We're back in the old routine, back in the old routine
Back in the old routine, back in the old routine.

I look forward to the weekend and Match of the Day
When we're back in the old routine.

Perhaps I'll win the pools and be a millionaire
I'll get myself a sports car and a sexy au pair
I'll buy myself a yacht and sail away for a year
With Susan George for company and plenty of beer.

But I'm still in the old routine, back in the old routine
Back in the old routine, back in the old routine
Back in the old routine, back in the old routine
Back in the old routine, back in the old routine ...