Wake up early, I've got a plan
Cook the breakfast, burnt the toast
Put on my trousers and have a shave
Check the mailbox but the post hasn't come
And I'm sitting here waiting for the postman
The Cricket is on and the sun is out
I've got a busy day ahead, but I'm feeling o.k
Does it matter if I miss another day?
Enter the kitchen, put on a brew
Crack on the telly, let's see what I've missed
A wicket is gone, another one down
The team all appeal, the umpire frowns
Bumble is pissed cos' England are sh**
But hawkeye didn't notice it
And I'm sitting here waiting for the postman
The Cricket is on and the sun is out
I've got a busy day ahead, but I'm feeling o.k
Does it matter if I miss another day?
The day has pa**ed by, I'm still in this chair
Stretch my legs, put on some soup
Sixty for six and tea-time is called
Post still not here, I'm rather appalled
Spill soup on my shirt, trip on the step
"f**ing hell, that bloody hurt, twatting step"
And I'm sitting here waiting for the postman
The Cricket is on and the sun is out
I've got a busy day ahead, but I'm feeling o.k
Does it matter if I miss another day?
And I'm sitting here ankle throbbing endlessly
The post hasn't come and the sun's gone down
This days got sh**, no longer do I feel o.k
Does it matter if I miss another day?