Charlie Brown works hard all day
Doesn't get home till the sky's grey
Sees his children tucked in bed
He's a man that gets them fed
Sits down by the fireside
The tears fill his eyes
The wind blowing
And the storm's are growing
Aren't you glad you're inside
What a quiet life he's had
Don't you think it's very sad
Stays his bed till, ten o'clock
On his weekly, one day off
Takes his kids down, to the park
Till the skies start gettin' dark
What a quiet life he's had
Don't you think it's very sad
Monday morning comes so fast
Makes him wonder
How the time goes past
Another week of, graft and grime
Another week's HP to find
What a quiet life he's had
Don't you think it's very sad