Sitting here in frigid air
My back hurts from this bad chair
I write reports all stinking day
And never get to live or play
The weekend is so close
Only a few days at most
But until then I must wait
Isn’t the office great?
Cover sheets and paper jams
Sometimes I don’t give a wham
Inside with all these boring types
What’s with all the crazy hype?
I wait and wait and wait all day
Shaking from my lack of play.
If only I could be outside.
To jump and sing and run and climb.
I dream of sky and air and space
Anything to leave this place.
They say: “9 to 5 it shall be”
But "No!" I say, "I shall be free."
Jump out of planes and climb on ropes
Nowhere near these office dopes.
I can choose to live my life,
I will not deal with office strife.
Happy is as happy does,
But happiness is hard because
Inside your heart you must find
What brings pleasure to your mind.
I cannot stand this dreadful place
Where Corporate ladders are the race.
I dream of life in mountain air,
For I am simply happy there.