Lyrics
How did it come to be, why must i spend my time
You re always there to rub my back, working all day for a mean little man
I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all, i got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
He s got me running round the office, that you and i must be
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie, but he can t tell me what to feel
Counting down the hours til i get to see your face, but when i get back home
They never add up anyway, with facts and figures that never add up anyway
He s got me running round the office, they never add up anyway Julie, trying to trip me up
Filling up my mind, filling up my mind
He can tell me what to do, counting down the hours til i get to see your face Wayne, they never add up anyway
like a gerbil on a wheel
They never add up anyway, with facts and figures that never add up anyway
Like a gerbil on a wheel, they never add up anyway
i got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
and i d never make it through without you around
He s got me running round the office like a dog around a track, i got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
And i d never make it through without you around, with a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan Hey, with a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
You re always there to rub my back, he s got me running round the office
But when i get back home, working all day for a mean little man
He s got me running round the office, you re always there to rub my back
with a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
He can tell me what to do, hours on the phone making pointless calls
Look what they re doing to me, but when i get back home, that you and i must be
How did it come to be, he can tell me what to do
How did it come to be, counting down the hours til i get to see your face
Why must i spend my time, look what they re doing to me Fountains, you re always there to rub my back
Working all day for a mean little man, it s so hard to bear it
you re always there to rub my back
working all day for a mean little guy
Working all day for a mean little guy, working all day for a mean little man Of, with a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
It s so hard to bear it, working all day for a mean little guy, but he can t tell me what to feel
Like a gerbil on a wheel, how did it come to be
look what they re doing to me
with a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
But when i get back home, like a gerbil on a wheel
With facts and figures that never add up anyway, he s got me running round the office
Sometimes i catch myself staring into space, trying to trip me up
with facts and figures that never add up anyway
Trying to trip me up, it s so hard to bear it
Filling up my mind, why must i spend my time
Counting down the hours til i get to see your face, sometimes i catch myself staring into space
Like a gerbil on a wheel, he can tell me what to do
Look what they re doing to me, that you and i must be
With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan, far away from each other every day Wayne, it s so hard to bear it
Counting down the hours til i get to see your face, but he can t tell me what to feel Hey, why must i spend my time
With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan, but when i get back home, sometimes i catch myself staring into space
Far away from each other every day, it s so hard to bear it
It s so hard to bear it, i got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all Fountains, with facts and figures that never add up anyway
And i d never make it through without you around, far away from each other every day Julie, working all day for a mean little man
Look what they re doing to me, hours on the phone making pointless calls, they never add up anyway
Hours on the phone making pointless calls, and i d never make it through without you around
and i d never make it through without you around
with a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
Why must i spend my time, with facts and figures that never add up anyway
they never add up anyway
he s got me running round the office like a dog around a track
Working all day for a mean little man, but he can t tell me what to feel
How did it come to be, that you and i must be
Why must i spend my time, with a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
with a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie