White Collar Holler

Well, I rise up every morning
at a quarter to eight
Some woman who's my wife
tells me not to be late
I kiss the kids goodbye
I can't remember their names
And week after week, it's always the same

And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it
and program it right
Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line

Then it's code in the data
give the keyboard a punch
Then cross-correlate and break for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, process and screen
Program, printout, regress to the mean



And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it
and program it right
Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line

Then it's home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same dream
when I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight



And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it
and program it right
Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line

Someday I'm gonna give up all
the buttons and things
I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring
Burn up my necktie and set myself free
Cause no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me



And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it
and program it right
Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line