Music

I wake up alone every morning
Awash with the usual pain
I stare at the window and what do I see?
The usual London rain

I leave right on time for the office
And wait for the usual train
What is it that weeps down the back of my neck?
The usual London rain

The usual lunch in the usual pub
Is as tasteless as ever it was
I wish that somebody would buy me a drink
But as usual nobody does

I go to the usual party
And pick up a typist called Jane
And what makes us hurry to get to her flat?
The usual London rain

I go through the usual motions
Pretending to be Michael Caine
And what do I hear when she turns out the light?
The usual London rain.