(Has been sung by several groups, including Clam Chowder)
Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight, Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late. I kiss the kids goodbye, can't remember their names, And week after week it's always the same!
(Chorus) And it's ho, boys, can't you code it? Program it right. Nothing ever happens in this life of mine I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line.
And it's codin' the data, give the keyboard a punch, Then cross-correlate and I break for some lunch. Correlate, tabulate, process and screen, Program, printout, regress to the mean,
(Chorus)
Yeah, but it's home again, eat again, watch some TV, Make love to my woman at 10:53. I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at night, I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight!
(Chorus)
Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things, I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring. Burn up my necktie and set myself free, Cause no one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me
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