Another Moody Montreal Morning

Another moody Montreal morning

At the train station still getting myself dressed;

My God, I’ve become what they’ve been warning,

Breakfast again’s a Pepsi and Mae West.

Tonight for sure I’m going to bed early,

6:30 at eighteen, it just doesn’t work;

Another Montreal morning so surly,

My parents and teachers I see them smirk.

But a working class hero’s something to be,

High school finally I’ve left it behind;

$2.50 an hour, I’m a man you see,

My way in the world I’m beginning to find.

My Montreal morning’s on a downtown train,

Long ago memories I still detest;

But all these years later I shouldn’t complain,

I kind of miss the Pepsi and Mae West.