I still tapdance in the toilets

Although our show’s complete,

Mutter under breath the lines,

I’ve no need to repeat,

Sing show tunes on the underground

(Where no one knows my name),

Feel triumph when I spot a dress

That might just fit a dame.

 

I ride my work conveyor belt

Again, now our show’s done,

But my filing won’t sing Merman,

My computer doesn’t pun.

So when not working out the tax

A City banker pays,

I still tapdance in the toilets,

An think of happy days.