Two black line streaming out like a guidance line.
Put one foot on the road now where the sybourgs are driving,
With the WD-40 in their veins the screeching little [bad word] 
With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes,
I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse.
So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls,
I believe I can hear through these walls.
Oh please save me, save me from myself.
I can? be the only one stuck on the shelf.
You said you? always fall for the underdog.
Well I?e been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust,
thirty seven thousand foot of wonderlust
And with skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind,
Oh can you hear me screaming out now through the telephone line.
Oh please save me, save me from myself.
I can? be the only one stuck on the shelf.
You said you? always fall for the underdog