It’s eleven pm, let’s open the window,
To stir up some air on this warm summers night.
The sounds from outside seem kind of exciting,
I could lay here in bed and just listen a while.

It’s twelve am, the window is open,
The buzz of the traffic has faded away.
My eyes are quite heavy; we might get some peace now,
A hearty nights sleep, before the new day.

It’s one am, the window is open,
I remember when I used to stay out that late.
I’m not sure that I ever made such a noise though,
As I ate chips with friends, outside someone’s gate.

It’s two am, the window is open,
It must be a smoker who’s coughing so loud.
I know we all have our bodily functions,
But can’t you be quieter as you phlegm on the ground?

It’s three am, the window is open,
Do you need to shout into that mobile so much?
What’s so important; it can’t wait till morning?
There’s only another four hours or such.

It’s four am, the window is open,
Every bird in the land must be sat in my tree.
Chirp, chirpy, tweet; it’s sickeningly cheery,
Well at least someone’s happy, you feathery freaks.

It’s five am, the window is open,
Do you know you sound mental as you talk to your dog?
I’m sure he would rather just lay in his basket,
Than by dragged round the streets, forced to listen to your gob.

It’s six am, SHUT THAT F*CKING WINDOW!
I’M ABOUT TO GO ROUND THE F*CKING BEND, YOU NOISY, INCONSIDERATE B*STARDS!

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