Day Job - Dance Hall Crashers

Four days left in the week

And already I look ahead

I’m tired, so anxious

Dazed, confused, and seeing red

Sometimes the days seem so long…

I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…

Sometimes the days seem long… so long…

I stare at the clock

It doesn’t move, no not at all

The work day is so long

Like a night of insomnia

Sometimes the days seem so long…

I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…

Sometimes the days seem long… so long…

So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that’ll come to mind

The more perverse the better

I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things I could be

doing

I shut my eyes and fantasize, there better be more than this

Is this a really bad joke

I could be out right now doing all the really horrendous things I’ve been

imagining

It couldn’t possibly be so boring… so boring… so boring…

Friday, only one more day

To endure this tediousness

The clock won’t move at all

So I wait and I wait

Sometimes the days seem so long…

I wish my boss hadn’t taken my bong…

Sometimes the days seem long… so long…

So I shut my eyes and fantasize about anything that’ll come to mind

The more perverse the better

I shut my eyes and fantasize about all the really horrendous things I could be

doing

It couldn’t possibly be so boring