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WHITE COLLAR
Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to
Some woman who's my wife me not to be late
I kiss the goodbye, I can't remember their names
And week after week, always the same
And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it
ever happens in the life of mine
I'm up the data on the Xerox line
Then it's code in the data, the keyboard a punch
Then and break for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, and screen
Program, printout, regress to the
it's home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my woman at
I dream the same dream I'm sleeping at night
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in
Someday I'm gonna give up all the and things
I'll punch that time clock till it ring
Burn up my necktie and set free
no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.

Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live,
Cove Music,
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