I've Got To Get My Numbers Up

Could've been an ice cream man

Oh yeah I've got what it takes

Could have put the plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes

Could have made some fun mistakes

I Could've been a junkie man

Instead of a mindless cubicle monkey

'cuz that’s just what I am

Drowning in a sea of paperwork, baby

I'm workin’ outta two sets of books

I drive downtown in my brand new Chevy

But things aren't how they look

Got new suits and take-out lunches

But I'm down on my luck

I've got to learn to roll with the punches

I've gotta get my numbers up

Standin' over by the water-cooler

So many things on my list

Could have been a fireman

Or an Erotic Hypnotist

Drowning in a sea of red tape, baby

I never learned how swim

Big boys kickin' sand in my face

No time to go to the gym

Shiny cufflinks and new tie tack

But I'm down on my luck

I've got to learn to roll with the punches

I've gotta get my numbers up

Sweatin' all day like a Fishtown farmer

Standing by the side of the road

I could have been a construction worker

If could carry the load

Could've made some fun mistakes

And still landed where I am

Another mindless cubicle monkey

'cuz that’s just what I am

Drowning in a sea of paperwork, baby

I'm workin' outta two sets of books

I drive downtown in my brand new chevy

But things aren’t how they look

Got new suits and take-out lunches

But I'm down on my luck

I've got to learn to roll with the punches

I've gotta get my numbers up