The chorus goes something like this:
Ho, boys, can you code it? <Huh!>
Program it right.
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine
I'm poundin' out the data on the Xerox line.
Thanks in advance.
Yours in dementia,
Tom
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Here's all I can come up with from memory:
I wake up every morning at a quarter to eight.
Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late.
I kiss kids goodbye -- cant' remember their names.
And week after week it's always the same.
CHORUS:
And it's oh boys, can you code it? <Huh!>
'n' program it right.
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine
I'm poundin' out the data on the Xerox line.
One day I'm gonna ?? all these buttons 'n' things.
I'll punch that time clock 'til it can't ring.
Burn all my neckties and set myself free.
'Cause noone's gonna fold bend or mutilate me!
New Wave Dave I hanker for a hunk-a,
Dama...@ulkyvx.bitnet A slab or slice or chunk-a,
Dama...@ulkyvx.ct.louisville.edu I hanker for a hunk o' cheese!
I thought it was, "One day I'm gonna give up all these buttons and things"
Frank The World's Most Illiterate English Major
Yeah, that sounds right. I also remembered that there's something about
I have the same dream night after night,
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight.
but I can't remember it exactly.
New Wave Dave I hanker for a hunk-a,
Dama...@ulkyvx.bitnet A slab or slice or chunk-a,
Dama...@ulkyvx.ct.louisville.edu A snack that is a winner,
And yet won't spoil my dinner,
Well, I rise 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, can't remember their names,
And week after week it's always the same!
(Chorus)
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.
And it's codin' the data, give the keyboard a punch,
Then cross-correlate and I break for some lunch.
Correlate, tabulate, process and screen,
Program, printout, regress to the mean,
(Chorus)
Yeah, but it's home again, eat again, watch some TV,
Make love to my woman at 10:53.
I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at night,
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight!
(Chorus)
Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things,
I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring.
Burn up my necktie and set myself free,
'Cause no one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me!
(Chorus x 2)
-- Matt