Four days left in the week
And already I look ahead
I’m tired, so anxious
Dazed, confsued and seein’ 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 antyhing 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 antyhing 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
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