Five o'clock already
And the mosques are all beginning to wail
I was kissing Valentino
And they caught me and they threw me in jail
But I can't be late
Because I gotta drive Al Shittihad Road
These are the days
When you wish it all would go and explode
It's just another manic Sunday
Wish it were Friday
'Cause that's my dead day
My don't-get-out-of-bed day
It's just another manic Sunday
Have to cross the bridge again
Gotta be at work by eight
And if I had a sheikhmobile
I'd still be three hours late
'Cause the Sunny in front
Can't go faster than two miles an hour
And the roads are all blocked
Where they're building yet another bloody tower
It's just another manic Sunday
Wish it were Friday
'Cause that's my brunch day
My all-I-do-is-lunch day
It's just another manic Sunday
All of the time
Why do they seem to want to drive us out
Of this town?
Nobody cares
That the rents are up
And the pay is down
They tell us when we start to moan:
"If you don't like it, you can go home"Time it goes so slow
When you're stuck in traffic...
It's just another manic Sunday
Labels: driving, housing, ittihad road, poetry