Crimp, what are you doing? Why are you always hovering? Uh – I'm standing? Well, be a good little assistant and go stand in the corner Oh, yes. Um – oh, dear. I think this is kind of a co-corner Okay, I cannot with her It’s really too much
Well I tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping Out on the street, the traffic starts jumping With folks like me on the job from nine to five
Working nine to five What a way to make a livin’ Barely getting’ by It’s all takin’ and no givin’
They just use your mind And they never give you credit It’s enough to drive you Crazy if you let it Nine to five
For service and devotion You would think that I Would deserve a big promotion Want to move ahead But the boss don't seem to let me Sometimes I swear – I swear they’re out to get (Out to get me, hm)
