Out of the frying pan and into the gutter
I truly am a front page nutter
From a four course meal to bread and butter
What the fuck am I doing?
From a PHD to an internship
There’s a short circuit in my clever chip
Soon I’ll be eating plates of chips
For every fucking meal
The daily grind has ground me down
I wear an everlasting frown
Sink or swim until you drown
“Dinner’s in the skip!”
9 to 5 you make me sick
Now watch me kick against the pricks
I will not complete another shift
I formally resign
I will not dress in a professional style
I will not file another file
Today I’ll wear an everlasting smile
I’m done with all your shit
I think I could build a fucking fort
Out of every pointless draft report
I’ve pretended to care about
All I do is clock in and clock out
Log in and log out
Sit down and zone out
Because the truth is that I’d rather be
Helpless and homeless and hungry
Than spend another fucking day
Gutting myself for minimal pay
I’d rather live on JSA!
I’d rather be known as the office fool
Than shed any more tears in the typing pool
