I Hate My Dream Job
Oh I can't wait to settle into my dead end job
Where everybody's happy and the coffee is hot
I must've missed that powerpoint or email I lost
Cuz everybody seems to get something I have not
Meet me at the water cooler give me the scoop
How is it all you folks live your lives like you do
Oh no no i'm not trying to be rude be a prude or intrude
It's just that I would much prefer a lake to a pool
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
I'll get home and drink maybe a brewski or two
Lay back in my la-z-boy
Spark a legal doob
The ants are bustlin' down there, I admire the view
From my floor to ceiling window to a city that doesn't move
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
I wake up in the morning with my head on the floor
I guess I didn't drink enough, next time i'll try more
I button up, and tie my tie then head for the door
Maybe this coming Friday i'll try quitting once more
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
Where everybody's happy and the coffee is hot
I must've missed that powerpoint or email I lost
Cuz everybody seems to get something I have not
Meet me at the water cooler give me the scoop
How is it all you folks live your lives like you do
Oh no no i'm not trying to be rude be a prude or intrude
It's just that I would much prefer a lake to a pool
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
I'll get home and drink maybe a brewski or two
Lay back in my la-z-boy
Spark a legal doob
The ants are bustlin' down there, I admire the view
From my floor to ceiling window to a city that doesn't move
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
I wake up in the morning with my head on the floor
I guess I didn't drink enough, next time i'll try more
I button up, and tie my tie then head for the door
Maybe this coming Friday i'll try quitting once more
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
One day i'll clock out
Secretary says "see you tomorrow"
Stand still traffic, rush hour
Home to this uptown penthouse alone
Credits
Writer(s): Luca Costantini
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