The Lucksmiths - Edward, Sandwich Hand lyrics

God he hates the early mornings And the Monday afternoons He's already looking bored He's already looking forward To Friday evening with his friends It couldn't come too soon What a terrible way to spend your salad days Come on! There must be more to life Than cutting corners with the bu*ter knife Sooner or later It'll turn into summer And he's going somewhere far away from the eight-hour day Nice work if you can forget it He opens up and shuts his eyes Wait and see: daydreaming on the bain-marie From Come On In to Sorry, Closed Clockwatch away the working day It's lunchtime But sometimes the sun shines Sooner or later It'll turn into summer And he's going somewhere far away from the crappy cafe Sooner or later Sooner or later He'll pack a suitcase With t-shirts and travel toothpaste