"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
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