My new theme song: "Cubicleville"
Posted: April 26, 2006 11:49 am
Livin on coffee cake
Not seeing the sun light
All of those chairs covered with dust
Strumming my air guitar
On my cubicle chair
Smell of some else's poo in the bathroom ruins my day
Wasting away again in Cubicleville
Searching for my lost shaker of paperclips
Some people claim that I am to blame
But I know
It's "the Mans" fault.
Don't know the reason
Worked here for seasons
Nothing to show but a brand new car
It’s a real beauty
A foreign cutie
How I got here I haven't a clue
Wasting away again in Cubicleville
Searching for my lost shaker of paperclips
Some people claim that I am to blame
But I know
It's "the Mans" fault.
Old men in bow ties
Cruising the office isles
Checking out the young Chiquitas that are interns
They dream about weight loss
Wish they could be my boss
Three day vacations are what they live for
Blew out my loafer
Stepped on a pop tart
Broke my desk chair twice
Had to stand all day
But there's booze in my coffee
And soon I will remember
That frozen concoction waiting at home
Wasting away again in Cubicle Ville
Searching for my lost shaker of paperclips
Some people claim that I am to blame
But I know
It's "the Mans" fault
Not seeing the sun light
All of those chairs covered with dust
Strumming my air guitar
On my cubicle chair
Smell of some else's poo in the bathroom ruins my day
Wasting away again in Cubicleville
Searching for my lost shaker of paperclips
Some people claim that I am to blame
But I know
It's "the Mans" fault.
Don't know the reason
Worked here for seasons
Nothing to show but a brand new car
It’s a real beauty
A foreign cutie
How I got here I haven't a clue
Wasting away again in Cubicleville
Searching for my lost shaker of paperclips
Some people claim that I am to blame
But I know
It's "the Mans" fault.
Old men in bow ties
Cruising the office isles
Checking out the young Chiquitas that are interns
They dream about weight loss
Wish they could be my boss
Three day vacations are what they live for
Blew out my loafer
Stepped on a pop tart
Broke my desk chair twice
Had to stand all day
But there's booze in my coffee
And soon I will remember
That frozen concoction waiting at home
Wasting away again in Cubicle Ville
Searching for my lost shaker of paperclips
Some people claim that I am to blame
But I know
It's "the Mans" fault