Another Monday morning, another day
Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay
Chorus:
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind
I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers
And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore
(Repeat Chorus)
Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wa*kers
Well the boss is knockin' me, he said come on quick
Well my temper's rising, I said you make me sick
(Repeat Chorus) x2
If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined