The news came in the post today, that changed his systematic ways
His bank account is empty now, he's thrown away his marriage vows
The Rat-Race has become too much, his pension scheme is out of touch
His boss can stick his lousy job, six months to live is all he's got
Every second counts, every second counts
The years gone by can't be replaced, he recollects the time of waste
Moments lost he could have used, like college, marriage, work and school
He took it easy, he toed the line, but precious is the gift of time
The price of being a lazy slob, is fatal race against the clock