Day Job

Four days left in the week And already I looked ahead I'm tired, so anxious Dazed, confused and seeing red Sometimes the day 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 all The work day is so long Like a night of insomnia Sometimes the day 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 To 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 are 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