Ernold Same - Blur

Ernold Same awoke from the same dream

In the same bed at the same time

Looked in the same mirror, made the same frown

And felt the same way as he did every day

Then Ernold Same caught the same train

At the same station, sat in the same seat

With the same nasty stain

Next to same old what’s-his-name

On his way to the same place with the same name

To do the same thing again and again and again

Poor old Ernold Same

Oh Ernold Same

His world stays the same

Today will always be tomorrow

Poor old Ernold Same

He’s getting that feeling once again

Nothing will change tomorrow