At five o'clock in the morning
The phone rang loud and shrill
Who could it be? bothering me
When I've taken a sleeping pill!
I fumble for the handset
And feeling rather weak
I grunt "Hello" but would you know?
Nobody wants to speak.
I realise I'm listening
To people having fun
And slowly I can work out why,
And know just what's been done.
Yes, five a.m. in England
Is not the time to talk
To the inside of a handbag
At midnight in New York
'Cos my daughter's struck again:
She's got me up, but still
I know I'll have a big last laugh
When she gets her telephone bill!
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