The time-sheet, it is complete, now we can eat, now we can sleep.
I wrote it upon a sheet, hand-written neat, it is complete.
Bathe me, I feel unclean, I need caffeine, from the machine.
Now I dream about graphine, atomic’ly, its very lean.
You bathe me, I am so clean, its like a dream, my skin it gleams.
Now I’m clean put on my jeans and more caffeine, I love routine.
The time-sheet, is incomplete, until the pen and paper meet.
I sign ‘me’ upon my knee and walk my feet, West Princes Street.