歌词
Well, I wake 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
Week after week, it's always the same
And it's, ho, boys, can't you code it, program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Came into the office, give the keyboard a punch
Cross-coordinate, then break for lunch
Correlate and tabulate, process and screen
Program, printout, regress to the mean
And it's, ho, boys, can't you code it, program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Oh no, it's home again, eat again, watch TV
Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same dreams when I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight
And it's, ho, boys, can't you code it, program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Someday I'm going to give up all the buttons and things
Punch that time clock till it can't ring
Burn my necktie and set myself free
'Cause no one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me
And it's, ho, boys, can't you code it, program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Hauling up the data on the Xerox line
And it's, ho, boys, can't you code it, program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Hauling up the data on the Xerox line
Hauling up the data on the Xerox line