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WHITE COLLAR
Well, I rise up morning at a quarter to eight
Some woman my wife tells me not to be late
I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't their names
And week after week, it's the same
And it's Ho, boys, can't you it, and program it right
Nothing ever in the life of mine
I'm up the data on the Xerox line
Then it's in the data, give the keyboard a punch
Then cross-correlate and for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, process and
Program, printout, regress to the
Then it's home again, eat again, some TV
love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at
I'm soaring over hills like an in flight
Someday I'm gonna up all the buttons and things
I'll punch that time clock till it ring
up my necktie and set myself free
Cause no'one's fold, bend or mutilate me.

Written by Nigel Russell and to the city of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty's
Music, FCM-002
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