El Fish - copydog lyrics

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<b>copydog</b> by <i>El Fish</i><br />Six o'clock in the mornin'and he's already woken up

Preparin' his lunch and gettin' ready,

to go down to do his job

He always makes his own coffee

and he butters his own bread

Then cleans up and leaves quietly,

'cause his wife is still in bed

WORKIN' AS A COPYDOG

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

FROM SEVEN TO FIVE, WHAT A LIFE

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

Addicted to the toner,

flashlights in his face

Feedin' paper to his babies,

wow the man, he loves this place

For fifteen years, day in day out,

he's been workin' like a slave

But he don't mind, no he don't mind

he wants his ill wife to be saved

WORKIN' AS A COPYDOG

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

FROM SEVEN TO FIVE, WHAT A LIFE

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

WORKIN' AS A COPYDOG

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

FROM SEVEN TO FIVE, WHAT A LIFE

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

The day that he retired,

man did that man feel bad

Sittin' home alone and with his wife,

the poor guy is goin' mad

Not even six weeks later,

man walks up to his boss

Says hey, you needn't pay so much,

but can I get my old job back

WORKIN' AS A COPYDOG

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

FROM SEVEN TO FIVE, WHAT A LIFE

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

WORKIN' AS A COPYDOG

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

FROM SEVEN TO FIVE, WHAT A LIFE

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

WORKIN' AS A COPYDOG

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE

FROM SEVEN TO FIVE, WHAT A LIFE

WORKIN' AT THE XEROXMACHINE