I was thinking to myself,
While waiting at the lights...
About the time spent waiting,
All those days and those nights...
The time spent in those queues,
Like a mob of flamin sheep...
At the doctor’s surgery,
The lines were at least three deep...
Those minutes and those hours,
They add up to a few...
All that time spent waiting,
That is taken from all of you...
If you work it out,
Waiting there and here...
The time that I’ve spent waiting,
Is almost a bloody year...
So I’ve thought a bit about it,
I have a plan that will be great...
Instead of arriving early,
From now on I'll be just late...
And then I’ll be a winner,
I’ll take back my lost time...
No more waiting again for me,
Surely that's no crime...
Len Newey 2013