Tap, tap, tapping, tap, tapping, tap, tapping away,
At my keyboard,
Working right through the sunshine of the day,
Don’tcha feel small?
Input figures, print twenty, fax memo.
Uncivil servant, I can terminate your contract,
(From my) ergo adjusted, blue foam upholstered,
Desk bound chair.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, ticking away,
Go the seconds,
Working as the flicker of the screen drives you insane,
Don’tcha feel bored?
E-mail, Excel, phone call, my hell,
Uncivil servant in a 4x6 work cell,
Underpaid, overused, waste of space excuse for a job.

They think I have an attitude, ‘cos I don’t give a…
…ffffff…func keys……
About our logo,
Mention ‘strategic direction’ my brain will give up,
I’ll dance flamenco,
Across the desk with glee, files and copies sailing,
Waltz through the door, won’t catch me complaining,
Late at night, lottery win, waste of space excuse for a dream

How I’d wish to frolic in the fields like a pretty little lamb

Cog in the machine,
For the scheme for full employment,
You’re a cog in the machine,
For the wheel of the world of employment,
A sprocket or a spring,
Oiling the wheels of employment,
You know ‘clear blue sky thinking’ can win!
Keep an eye on ‘horizon scanning’

Working for the man, he know what is right for you and me,
Lucky blighter,
Keep your head down, by the time you’re 63,
You really might just,
Move up to a higher place, an extra gig of hard disk space,
To Google with, or do just how you please.

You please me, please be civil to me,
Office monkey, office monkey,
Shall I beat my chest like a baboon?
Or shall I just stack these papers very tidily, and put them through the photocopying machine?