The end of the world’s right up his street
He’s counting down the days
But things don’t always go to plan
The death of a sandwich-board man
Four hand me down words worn through it seems
The crowd thins as he slips away
Forget going out with a bang
The death of a sandwich-board man
It seems kind of strange to me seeing him there
The prophet of doom in his plywood skirt
It feels kind of funny and sad to me too
Did the end come too soon
Did the end come too soon for you
A ten year old girl skips over him
His outstretched feet blocking her way
Playing hopscotch with old Death-watch Dan
Singing here lies the sandwich-board man
With his mouth hanging open and his eyes shut tight
Poor old Nostradamus looks such a sight
It feels kind of funny but no-one’s amused
Did the end come too soon
Did the end come too soon for you
Today runs away playing chase with tonight
But tomorrow can catch those two any time it likes
The ten year old girl skips down the street
To her everything’s still a game
Enjoy it while you can
Here lies a sandwich-board man