You look so peaceful I almost feel bad
Waking you from your deep slumberland.
"Time to get up now, we can't be late,
And it's already a quarter til eight."
"Just five more minutes," I hear you mumble,
And all morning long more grumping and grumbles.
Then finally! The weekend, at last it is here!
No alarm clocks, no rushing, or traffic to fear.
There's only one thing on the weekend to fix,
You always wake me up at a quarter to six!