I work in dark factories - a cog in the big wheel
Driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories
And faceless masters - oh, they pay me plenty -
Crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from
Bottles half empty

A stitch in time saves nine
Said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm
Show a little pride before you fall
So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather

A stitch in time saves nine
Said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm
Show a little pride before you fall
So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather

Listen all you young folk - your lives on a timetable
Clocking on twenty-one - fly while you're able

A stitch in time saves nine
Said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm
Show a little pride before you fall
So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather.