Текст (слова) песни: rogers stan - White Collar Holler
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 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 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the city of Bramalea, Ontario, Canada. Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty`s Cove Music, FCM-002 filename[ WHITCOLH DC ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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