Myself I am driving I am late for work Spilling coffee down my whitest shirt While I'm flossing and I'm changing lanes Oh Yeah Now I'm driving Through the parking lot Doing eighty, hey what the heck why not Watch it lady, Cuz you're in my spot Once again, It's early to work And here's a surprise, I got a McMuffin for just 99 cents today I think they ran a special [CHORUS:] I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybody, Anybody I think I am running just to catch myself Maybe someday I could fly away Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay Sport my Speedo, maybe grab a tan DREAM VACATION, WILD ELATION Now I'm running Straight into my boss And he's angry, Oh and he calls me Ross Which is funny, cause that ain't my name And that's lame I'm still running Running very late, For a meeting Wait, that was yesterday Guess I'm early for the one next week, Oh how sweet I get on the ladder, I corporately climb I wave at my life as it passes me by everyday My name's not Ross! [CHORUS] Life in my cubicle is discreet, Life in my cubicle is neat I've got some pictures of my friends Some sharpened pencils...where's my pen Ten O'clock I'm in a meeting Paper cut I think I'm bleeding Check my hair it's still receding, Hey what a life Break for lunch, there's nothing better Run outside and don my sweater Like Fred Rogers let's be neighbors I've lost my mind I'm over worked, and underpaid, and non appreciated It's just a perk of being of being middle class and educated One... spinning circles in my chair Two...win a game of solitaire Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone Four O'clock and I stare at the door, And I stare at my watch, Then I stare at the door I stand by my desk like I'm going to war There's just one thing I'll be needing Grab my paycheck as I'm leaving Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh Five O'clock it's time to go There's crowds to fight and time to blow It's talking fast on my cell phone Hey, watch out that's reckless driving! Five O'clock It's time to hit the couch and watch TV Set the clock and go to sleep It's 8 a.m. on Monday morning Again and again and again and again and again Driving around, no where to go And so I hang with my lady, Oh, and chill with my bros It's okay, in my Cabriolet [CHORUS] When I meet God, I will have a question I just forgot the question I think I am running just to catch myself Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com