Coyotes and Cats Eyes

She's sat whistling unusual? but good little red in the face with a blue coat and hood. The big fellow with a moustache cigarette ash on his lapel is whistling as well. A musical start to the day hits me right in the heart, this is the way that we rock. Monday a shock to the system and weekends? seems that I always missed them. Mr green shoes humming the Beiderbecke blues I know how he feels. The lady in the corner seat looks dead beat fast asleep no one disturbs her. I'm standing as usual and when they say, 'all change' I really want it to be a game of musical chairs, it never is though. This tube carries my load until I arrive at Tottenham Court Road and work begins.