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