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Dance Hall Crashers

Day Job

Four days left in the week

And already I looked ahead

I'm tired, so anxious

Dazed, confused, and seeing red

Sometimes the day seem so long

I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong

Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

I stare at the clock

It doesn't move, no not all

The work day is so long

Like a night of insomnia

Sometimes the day seem so long

I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong

Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

So I shut my eyes and fantasize

about anything that 'll come to mind

To more perverse the better

I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the

really horrendous things I could be doing

I shut my eyes and fantasize -

there better be more than this

is this a really bad joke

I could be out right now doing all the really

horrendous things I've been imagining

It couldn't possibly be so boring

Friday, only one more day

To endure this tendiousness

The clock won't move at all

So I wat and I wait

Sometimes the days seem so long

I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong

Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

So I shut my eyes and fantasize about

anything that 'll come to mind

The more perverse the better

I shut my eyes and fantasize

about all the horrendous things I could be doing

It couldn't possibly be so boring