For all those who know their Flanders & Swann, this is to the tune of 'The Gasman Cometh' ...
It was on a Monday morning,
My alarm started to call -
My legs just wouldn’t work,
I could not get up at all.
They gradually started moving
As I went through the day,
And then it’s back to bed again
To ease the pains away.
Oh, it all makes work for the painkillers to do …
Then, on the Tuesday morning,
The alarm went off again -
The aching in my fingers
Lets me know it’s going to rain.
I’m glad to get to lunchtime,
‘Cause I think I need a break!
Then it’s nose back to the grindstone,
As I try to stay awake.
Oh, it all makes work for the painkillers to do …
Up again on Wednesday morning,
Another early start;
Nearly halfway through the week,
That’s the thought that warmed my heart!
By lunchtime, I was flagging,
There was still more work to do,
But then I went back home again
To rest myself anew.
Oh, it all makes work for the painkillers to do …
Woke up on Thursday morning -
In body, not in mind -
My get-up-and-go went off again,
And left me far behind.
Fell asleep at my computer,
But still got plenty done -
What a shame there’s no more energy
To have a little fun!
Oh, it all makes work for the painkillers to do …
I got to Friday morning
(How I did, I’m not quite sure),
Dragged myself through one more day
And my feet across the floor.
The codeine keeps me going
And my humour keeps me sane -
And by then, it’s Friday evening,
And the weekend starts again!
Oh, it all makes work for the painkillers to do …
On Saturday and Sunday, I don’t go to work at all,
But now it’s Monday morning, and so out of bed I crawl.