Little Fingers and Toes

7.20 it's a stretch and yawn 7.30 and he pulls his trousers on 7.50 as the train pulls in 10 past 8 and his head begins to spin Working all day through There's just so much to do Home at seven, and he's feeling black and blue But when Jack comes running Everything's gonna be fine Little face smiling Toys all left behind Yeah when Jack comes running Everything's gonna be fine It's gonna be fine Cos he's so divine Those little fingers and toes Dimples and nose Yeah Little Fingers and toes Another dawn he's nearly had his fill Another morning and he's running to stand still Another afternoon of stress and strain Another evening on a late and jam packed train But when the key's in the door He hears those feet on the floor Now he knows just what it's all been for Cos when Jack comes running... How can he be sure That everything will be OK How to be secure Every day Oh when Jack comes running...