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