Another Monday morning, another day Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay Chorus: Like working from nine till five Making a mess of my mind I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers And my brain's disintegrating, what a bore (Repeat Chorus) Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers Well the boss is knockin' me, he said come on quick Well my temper's rising, I said you make me sick (Repeat Chorus) x2 If you don't get out of that, you need your head examined
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