I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel   Driving gray satanic mills and weaving sad stories   And faceless masters, oh, they pay me plenty   Crumbs from their luncheon packs   Harsh wine from bottles half empty      "A stitch in time saves nine"   Said Cock Robin from the wall   It's an early bird catches the worm   Show a little pride before you fall      So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather   To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather   A stitch in time saves nine      Listen all you young folk, your lives on a timetable   Clocking on twenty-one, fly while you're able   A stitch in time saves nine