(was sitting in the library and this popped up)
Where do you think you’re going little Tommy?
Come back home it’s dinner time and the food’s waiting,
You better hurry home because the food’s gonna get cold and rotting,
The table is laid and your daddy is getting angry because he ain’t gonna wait;
Why are you running away little Tommy?
It’s almost bedtime now and your nightmares are waiting,
You better not run too far because the night’s getting dark,
The bed is laid and the monster beneath your bed ain’t gonna wait;
Where are you little Tommy?
Your shoelaces aren’t tied and your mummy’s waiting,
You better not get lost because the road ahead is uncertain,
The path for you is cast in stone and life itself ain’t gonna wait;
Who do you think you are little Tommy?