capitalism A song about the fantasies of a bored management trainee. © 1990 CHRIS BUTLER/© 1990 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)
PENS GO OVER HERE, ROLODEX OVER THERE MY WIFE'S PICTURE AT A PERFECT ANGLE TO A BIG CHROME STAPLER, MY PER-SON-AL STAPLER I CAN MAKE MY CHAIR GO UP OR DOWN TILT OR SWIVEL, I JUST JIGGLE THIS LITTLE HANDLE THIS IS MY TELEPHONE, THIS IS MY COMPUTER AND THAT ASHTRAY HAS NEVER BEEN USED! NOW, LOOK, LOOK, LOOK AT THIS! IS-N'T THIS REALLY SPECIAL? A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS SO PROFESSIONAL A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD JUST HIRED STRAIGHT OUT OF SCHOOL GONNA RIDE THAT SHEEPSKIN TICKET TO A ROSY FUTURE, BIG PO-TEN-TIAL A SHOT OF NEW BLOOD THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID THEY NEEDED AND THEY KNEW REAL MANAGE-MENT TA-LENT WHEN THEY SAW IT CAP-IT-AL-ISM BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE THAT'S GOOD 'CAUSE I'M A NICE GUY... THAT'S GOOD 'CAUSE I'M A KIND GUY.. GONNA LEARN TO BE SLY GONNA LEARN TO PLAY HARD BALL BIZ-NESS IS BUSINESS, NOT E-MO-TION-AL IF YOU DON'T WANNA GET SCREWED, BOY BE A SCREW DRIVER DON'T DREAM THE AMERICAN DREAM STEAL IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE UH...DID I WANNA MAKE A LOT OF MONEY? YEAH, I WANNA MAKE LOTS OF MONEY! I DREAM MONEY I BREATH/SHIT MONEY AND ANY DAY NOW I'M GONNA BUY ME A SECOND SUIT! NOW I'M AN E-XEC-U-TIVE BETTER EXECUTE SOMETHING GOTTA MAKE MY NUMBERS PROVE MYSELF PROBATION THEY ONLY KEEP THOSE THAT SHOW THE MOST HUSTLE SO THE DAYS CONNECT ENDLESS, ENDLESS DAYS OVERTIME DON'T THINK ABOUT BEING EXPLOITED DON'T THINK THAT I'M JUST WHITE COLLAR CANNON FODDER GOT TO START SOMEWHERE THEN MOVE RIGHT UP THE LADDER I BE-LIEVE ANYONE CAN MAKE IT JUST WORK HARD FOR IT SUC-CESS IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER OP-POR-TU-NITY KNOCKS ME OVER BUT THERE ARE NO A-PPOINT-MENTS IN MY DAI-LY PLANNER A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD THEY'LL COME AT DAWN ROLL UP THE WHITE-OUT ARMOR CORPORAL, TAKE TEN RUBBER BANDS I WANT LOOKOUTS ON THE PE-RIMETER SANFORD...YOU'RE ON POINT, DIG IN BY THAT COFFEE MUG SARGE, I'M SCARED SON WE'RE ALL SCARED, MY HEART IS POUND-ING LOUD AS A GRAD-U-A-TION WATCH WHERE'S MY AIR COVER? I MUST HAVE AIR COVER! A SHAD-OW FALLS THE TROOPS FREEZE IN FEAR AS A LET-TER O-PEN-ER BOMBER SLOW-LY RUMBLES OVER. PAPER CLIPS LAID OUT IN A TIGHT FORMATION LINES OF STAMPS GUARD MY LEFT AND RIGHT FLANKS AND HERE COMES THE PENCIL CAVALRY CHARGING UP THE MIDDLE OH MY MY MY DON'T THEY LOOK FINE!! THEN IT'S BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG... WHO WON, WON, WON WON WON? ETC. MISS PRICE, WAS THAT CALL FOR ME?
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