I wanna sit in your office
I wanna play with your office supplies
Though I look like a novice
I've got experience in enterprise
Like a son on a summer visit
To his mother's place of business
I wanna make a paperclip chain
I want to build a rubber band train
I hate to see that desk lamp drain
The colour from your skin and hair
Why sit still when you've got a swivelchair?
If you're done playing phone-tag
In the Chino Industrial Park
Grab your briefcase and brown bag
Wash down your Twinkie with a Cutty Sark
There are things that you can't bury
Under piles of stationery
I wanna make some holepunch snow
The colours of a stamp-pad rainbow
I love to see that desk lamp blow
Your memoranda everywhere
Why sit still when you've got a swivelchair?
To spin in
Spin in
Spin in
To spin in
If the bearings start to wear
You can always declare Chapter 11
Declare Chapter 11
But in the meantime we can throw some money at the so-called problem
I wanna make a paperclip chain
I want to build a rubber band train
If we derive illicit gain
I'll share your cell, I'll sell your share
Why sit still when you've got a swivelchair?
SPIN OUT!
I wanna sit in your office
I wanna play with your office supplies