Lyrics:

Wrong side of my bed
Is how I fell out today
Peculiar feeling in the air

[Verse 2]
Number seven's on its head
Is what the March calendar said
And the rain drenched street outside is crying

[Chorus]
It's the end, it's the limit
Can't get it straight, oh no
Every hour, every minute
I'm gonna be too late

[Verse 3]
Flat tyre on my car
Call a cab down at the bar
Cold and windy waiting till it comes

[Chorus]
It's the end, it's the limit
Can't get it straight, oh no
Every hour, every minute
I'm gonna be too late
[Verse 4]
Had enough, off home again
Back to bed at half past ten
Sleep and dr?am till tomorrow's here, till then
Sleep and dr?am till tomorrow's here, till then
Sleep and dream till tomorrow's here, till then
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