Verse:
Workin' all day for a mean little man,
with a clip-on tie, and [bad word] on tan,
He's got [bad word]  'round the office like a dog around the track.
And when I get back home you're always there [bad word] my back. [bad word] 
Hey Julie, look what they're doing to me,
Tryin' to trip me up, tryin to wear me down.
Julie I swear it's so hard to bear it, and I'd never make it through without you
around, no I'd never make it through without you around.
Verse:
Hours on the phone makin' pointless calls,
I got a desk full of paper that means nothin' at all
Sometimes I catch myself staring into space,
Counting down the hours 'till I get to see your face.
 [bad word] 
Bridge:
How did [bad word] to be, that you and I must be far away from each other every
day?
Why must I spend my time fillin' up my mind with facts and figures that never
add up anyway. They never add up anyway.

Verse:
Workin' all day for a mean little guy,
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie.
He's got [bad word]  'round the office like a gerbil on a wheel,
He can tell me what to do, but he can't tell me what to feel.
 [bad word]