The ticket man is punching holes but the holes are rather loud

He's weaving down the corridor shouting at the crowd

But nobody likes him his hairdo is frightening

But he just keeps on punching anyway

 

The bowler hat is dreaming but the dream is quite absurd

He's hiding by the window with his eyes shut to the world

But nobody likes him his after shave is frightening

But he keeps right on dreaming anyway

 

Hey, hey, hey, I can hear them say

Why don't we call it a day?

Hey, hey, hey, I can hear them say

Why don't we call it, why don't we call it a day?

 

The trolley man is serving tea but the tea is rather cold

He's wheeling down the corridor and he's trying to look so bold

But nobody likes him his coffee is quite frightening

But he just keeps on serving anyway

 

Hey, hey, hey, I can hear them say

Why don't we call it a day?

Hey, hey, hey, I can hear them say

Why don't we call it, why don't we call it a day?

 

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday's just the same

But before you know, it's time to go

And then you wonder why you came

We could be good friends but at the end of the day nothing rhymes

 

The fat controller runs the train but the train is not on time

He's joking on the microphone but he muddles up his lines

Nobody likes him his bow tie is frightening

But he just keeps on rambling anyway