Sleeping

- Bolas! Acorda! Tens passado os últimos tempos a dormir. Acorda e faz alguma coisa útil na tua vida.
- O quê?
- Não sei.

"I'm just a man with a job
You can call me Harry, Jim or Bob
Three floors below from Picadilly
It's dark and chilly
Counting the cars with cocktail bars
Keeping a check on four-wheeled wrecks

Three floors above it's not the same
Picadilly, lighting up the rain
Here I'm a ghost in the cellar
The kind of fellow
Who's counting days that could be nights
Count on the man who's counting lights

Counting lights, every night, every kind of light
Little lights, bigger lights, any kind of light
Headlights from a limo, wakin' up the wino
Counting lights, every night, every kind of light"

The Rakes - Just a man with a job