Hey! I’m walking here (©2000 John T. Windle)
Moseying into work on Monday,
tight-roping the time
then I’m clocked-in, shuffling
towards the tasks in today’s line.
Tripping into Tuesday
trudging the same path again.
Feet are tapping, there’s a kick in there
just need somewhere to aim and-
hey! I’m walking here.
Winging it into Wednesday
wading through a corporate drain.
Wandering into an amble,
this job’s driving me insane.
Thrusting into Thursday,
throwing out the weekday blues
‘coz I’ll fall into a Friday
then I’ll edge into my freestyle shoes-
hey! I’m walking here.
Sauntering into Saturday
then weave through the night.
There’s a strut and a spring in my stride,
slowing to strolling and then we get the swagger…
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-
Foxtrot, Quick-step, Hopscotch
Tango and the Dashing White Sergeant.
Moonwalk, Break-dance, Pogo, Northern Soul.
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-
Staggering into Sunday
Sun is tip-toeing in too
Stumbling towards an officer with steel-capped shiny boots.
Easy chief I realise jaywalking is a sin
but have mercy marching master man
you don’t know where these feet have been-
hey! I’m walking here-
hey! I’m walking here.
So ends the weekend
and then we do it again.
Moseying into work on Monday,
tight-roping the time
then I’m clocked-in, shuffling
towards the tasks in today’s line.
Tripping into Tuesday
trudging the same path again.
Feet are tapping, there’s a kick in there
just need somewhere to aim and-
hey! I’m walking here.
Winging it into Wednesday
wading through a corporate drain.
Wandering into an amble,
this job’s driving me insane.
Thrusting into Thursday,
throwing out the weekday blues
‘coz I’ll fall into a Friday
then I’ll edge into my freestyle shoes-
hey! I’m walking here.
Sauntering into Saturday
then weave through the night.
There’s a strut and a spring in my stride,
slowing to strolling and then we get the swagger…
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-
Foxtrot, Quick-step, Hopscotch
Tango and the Dashing White Sergeant.
Moonwalk, Break-dance, Pogo, Northern Soul.
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-
Staggering into Sunday
Sun is tip-toeing in too
Stumbling towards an officer with steel-capped shiny boots.
Easy chief I realise jaywalking is a sin
but have mercy marching master man
you don’t know where these feet have been-
hey! I’m walking here-
hey! I’m walking here.
So ends the weekend
and then we do it again.