Job satisfaction, I can't get no
My head's about to blow over flat-packed furniture
And it's easy to find yourself alone with unpacked furniture

Why don't we find ourselves a home?
Cos money waits for no man
Big ideas sound best when on your own
We could wait, we could tempt fate!

Job satisfaction, I can't take no more
Cos darling don't you know I'm showroom furniture
And it's easy, like getting your attention
We go  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] "

And it doesn't really matter if the [bad word] out because we never want to get out of here!

We don't say much but we say enough
I love the chemical equations in the way that we touch
And big success is alright at best
And I'll see you at the top where I couldn't care less

And I left those dreams in magazines...
(If we were blind we'd never get old, we'd never find a way out of this hole)
...under flat-packed furniture!

Don't! Don't clap!