"Multiplan Man" by Don Record c1986 SCOsongs Working 8 to 5 Just trying to survive With no place I can scream I climb the spiral stairs To the office in the air And the spacy daydreams Of the Multiplan man With all the bureaucratic blues He'll never understand I've got nothing on my mind A paper man Just a photostatic copy Of another man I'm working overtime Is it the boredom and the dues Of the games I win and lose That make my hair turn grey? Is it the shine on my shoes Or this breifcase full of boos That get me through the day Of the Paper Man Just a photostatic copy Of any other man I've got Nothing on my mind The Multiplan Man With all the bureaucratic blues He'll never understand I'm working overtime Give me the gas to get me home Give me a joint and get me stoned Here at last I'm all alone Waiting another day Wired, tired, and I'm cloned Working 8 to 5 With my eyes on the sky And my feet on the ground I climb the spiral stairs To the office in the air And I don't come down I am The Multiplan Man Just a photostatic copy Of another man I've got nothing on my mind Just a grain of sand Along the bureaucratic beaches And the surreal strand I'm working overtime