Ernold Same

Ernold Same awoke from the same dream In the same bed At the same time Looked in the same mirror Made the same frown And felt the same way as he did every day Then Ernold Same caught the same train At the same station Sat in the same seat With the same nasty stain Next to same old what's-his-name On his way to the same place With the same name To do the same thing Again and again and again Poor old Ernold Same Oh, Ernold Same His world stays the same Today will always be tomorrow Poor old Ernold Same He's getting that feeling once again Nothing will change tomorrow