Lyrics:

Werth-Williams

She said 'Man, I'll see you at 10 a.m.'
But I can't look at that same old face again
I've been 'round her too long and I need to be off on my own

Maybe I'm wrong, too bad, too late, I'm gone
Maybe I'm wrong, too bad, too late, I'm gone

I can't stand the ticking she makes all day
And her hands, moving much too slow for me
And at five every night I look at her 'Goodbye' and go home

If it ain't right, too bad, too late, I'm gone
If it ain't right, too bad, too late, I'm gone

End of my nerves crying 'Mutiny, mutiny'
Everything's synchronised too much for me
Into the boss with a mind to be free
Squirting my fountain pen into his tea
And I'm gone, yes I am
And I'm gone
And I'm gone
And I'm gone, yes I am