The Mad Man And His Hut

The madman and his hut

There is this man, a mad, mad man

Who lives in his tiny hut

In the middle of manhattan

Among the largest of the huts

He wakes up every morning and

Thinks it will be new

The breakfast is made, the coffee’s left to brew

It’s eight thirty already and he’s getting late

He has to run back to the company

To continue his boring fate

The mad man runs around the city

On this another boring day

And won’t you look at the time

It’s already six thirtyyy eight

The man has to sneak out before the boss finds out

And chews him out again

Infront of everyone

He has to meet this girl

He met last night at bar

Oh pity! She won’t even give him a chance

If she saw his beater car

He rushes through the gates of hell

With the lights turning red and green

He has to reach hotel

Before its eight fifteen

Oh pity! She didn’t show up

Maybe she saw his car

And here just another boring day

Leaving behind its painful scars

Oh pity! The madman….

And his beater car

The madman comes back to his hut

The time is ten thirty..

Better cook some dinner

And then watch some tv..

Oh pity! The madman and his tiny hut

Oh pity! The madman, his life is in a rut

Oh pity! The madman will go to bed

Oh pity! All alone with his favorite beating hand

Oh pity! His soul just died some more

Oh pity! He’ll start this again all alone

Oh pity! The madman sighs while looking at his scars

Oh pity! The time is twelve thirty

And its just another day of his boooring story..

Oh pity! You madman and your tiny hut

Oh pity! Your life’s in a rut

Agaaaaaiiinnn……..