Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Wayne Chaulk


You get your light from the window that’s four by four
You get your air coming up through a pipe in the floor
A snack in a package that’s plastic wrapped
A four inch pipe to carry out your crap
Splish, splash, splish, splash splish, splash
A picture on the wall is your view of the world
A two by two photo of your lovely little girl
The wheels are always turning and they never seem to stop
Bells are always ringing and you’re up against the clock.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
The copier the telephone the fax and the printer
Don’t sound at all like the woods in the winter
Playing tick tax toe in perpetual shock
Deadlines keep you with your head on the clock
Chip chop, chip chop, chip chop
There’s no time to ponder on the joys of the world
Those menial jobs keep your brain in a swirl
Joy and contentment only comes after death
Keep your nose to the grindstone you can’t quit yet
You can’t quit, you can’t quit, you can’t quit
Or can you?