On his red sports car likes attention
He can’t get enough
Every morning at six o’clock
He explodes our sleepy street
Just to tell us he’s alive
Still alive but not sure
What for yet so yes we pay
Attention as if spell-bound
Sitting up in our beds
Pleading with him
What do you want youth
We’ve not already given you
The world and all is yours
Take it and let us sleep
Till your return
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