White Collar Holler — текст песни (Rogers Stan)

WHITE COLLAR HOLLER
Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight
Some woman who`s my wife tells me not to be late
I kiss the kids goodbye, I can`t remember their names
And week after week, it`s always the same
And it`s Ho, boys, can`t you code it, and program it right
Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
I`m hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Then it`s code in the data, give the keyboard a punch
Then cross-correlate and break for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, process and screen
Program, printout, regress to the mean
Then it`s home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same dream when I`m sleeping at night
I`m soaring over hills like an eagle in flight
Someday I`m gonna give up all the buttons and things
I`ll punch that time clock till it can`t ring
Burn up my necktie and set myself free
Cause no`one`s gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.
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Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the city of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty`s
Cove Music, FCM-002
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