Woe to Tomorrow

Today's the last day that I can sleep in

Tomorrow the clock tolls at six thirty

I'm happy to start to get paid again

I don't mind if I have to get dirty

I'm ready to see familiar faces

I am ready to laugh and play again

But I'm not ready for what is coming

for being ready and there at seven

I've taken a new babysitting job

Each morn I'll get the children on the bus

I fear so much that my sleep will be robbed

I wonder if it is worth all the fuss

This is the true price of not having cash
terrible jobs get a yes in a dash