Another busy day, another busy week

There must be more to life than working week to week.

I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain

Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain

 

Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak

And they’ll be days when I’m going far too fast so then I’d put on the brake

I’d park up in some quiet spot and contemplate the sky

Pour a glass of cheap red wine and ask the question why

 

I wouldn’t expect any answers to immediately come to mind

So I’d just tend to settle down, relax and unwind

And I don’t suppose it’d really matter if an answer didn’t come straight away

I can still imagine it being a lovely sort of day

 

I’d keep a barbeque handy too and when the coals are hot

I’d cook my sausages and burgers with cheese on top

Occasionally I might wonder about the question that I asked

But when I’m busy with wine and cheese that moment may have passed.

 

And if I was still there at the end of the week

Well, I’d have plenty of wine, and some cheese and ham

They’re the things you can store: things you can keep

Especially when you’ve jacked it in and bought a camper van.