From Under The Covers Lyrics - Beautiful South

(Heaton/Rotheray) 

It's 6.00am and even Big Ben 

Is trying to get his head down for a kip 

But no sooner is it down 

And then it's on with dressing gown 

For this city very rarely loses grip 

But I have a friend who's never up by 10.00 

He's fast asleep with mouth open wide 

He's lost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friends 

And he says to me, he cannot tell the time 

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It's 7.00am and we're coughing up the phlegm 

Spitting out the taste of night before 

And we'll vomit and we'll choke 

Just to climb their tatty rope 

Well this city has its charm, and its claw 

And he'll blame his clock 

Or he'll say he's lost his socks 

And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake 

His excuses are an art 

From the bottom of his heart 

And he thinks of them whenever he awakes 

It's 8.00am we're on the road again 

Racing for a placing at the top 

And it says green for go 

For the people in the know 

But for the others all it says is red for stop 

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It's cold and its damp 

And they've dug him a grave 

And the 10.15 merchants still in bed 

And scrawled upon the headboard 

For the whole wide world to see 

"Died In The Arms Of Big Ted"