Back in the Old Routine

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 (Ok)
I’m 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
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 s*** 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