The sunlight of morning
Shines down on her head
The clock gives a warning
Time to get out of bed
She’s gonna be late
She can’t afford to wait
She better up and run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Coffee on the stove is hot
It’s perkin’ away
Gotta have a swallow or two
To help start the day
The landlord wants his rent
But the money has been spent
He shouts out through the door
It slams
Then she runs down the street
To the bus she must meet
Searches her purse for a dime
To pay for her seat
Up on her feet all day
Just to earn a shop girl’s pay
But with the setting sun
She’s all done
She runs, she runs, she runs
She She don’t wanna rest don’t wanna rest
She wants to get dressed She wants to get dressed
And run to the crowd And run to the crowd
In In bell-bottom pants bell-bottom pants
She looks for romance She looks for romance
The music is loud The music is loud
The sunlight of morning
Shines down on her head
The clock gives a warning
Time to get out of bed
She’s gonna be late
She can’t afford to wait
She better up and run, run, run, run, run, run, run …