He longs to escape from the suburbs of Surrey,
Wound up like a jack, he’ll spring from the box,
Our hero, that clever young man in a hurry;
He knows where he’s going. He’s nary a worry,
His moment’s approaching; he’ll fly from the blocks.
He longs to escape from the suburbs of Surrey.
The morning has come and his house is a flurry.
He never sleeps in, he’s up with the cocks,
Our hero, that clever young man in a hurry;
He runs to the station where multitudes scurry
Like rodents; he twitches his nose like a fox.
He longs to escape from the suburbs of Surrey;
There’s deals to be done and there’s favour to curry
In town, where he’s occupied dealing in stocks,
Our hero, that clever young man in a hurry;
And though office life is like wading through slurry,
Up to his eyeballs and swimming in crocs,
He longs to escape from the suburbs of Surrey,
Our hero, that clever young man in a hurry.