I go to work; I work hard,
I do come home exhausted,
I go to sleep quite early,
Lights off and I roll over,
Nice and keeping warm,
The morning comes too soon.
And all is well and it's OK, 'til I hear the bell and I say, "My little breakfast is a little bit of hell 'cause they''

Got their faces to the window,
Pressin' their faces to the window,
Little bitty beggars with the great big eyes,
I turn the channel but to my surprise they still press their faces to the window.

I go to church each Sunday,
I go to lovely picnics,
I say my prayers at bedtime,
I try to be a witness,
I lose a little sleep but I whistle while I make my bed,
The summer sun is shining,
In clouds - a silver lining,
Why do I find I'm shouting, "When is Thy kingdom coming"'

Got their faces to the window,
Pressin' their faces to the window,
Little bitty beggars with the great big eyes,
I turn the channel but to my surprise they still press their faces to the window.

I go to work; I work hard,
I do come home exhausted,
I go to sleep quite early,
Lights off and I roll over,
Nice and keeping warm,
The morning comes too soon.
All is well and it's OK, 'til I hear the bell and I say, "My little breakfast is a little bit of hell 'cause they''

Got their faces to the window,
Pressin' their faces to the window,
Little bitty beggars with the great big eyes,
I turn the channel but to my surprise they still press their faces to the (still press their faces to the) window.
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