The 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 good-bye I can't remember their names,
And week after week it's always the same,

And it's Oh boys, can't you code it? (WHUH!)
And program it right,
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine,
I'm haulin' out the data on the Xerox line,

And its code in the data give the keyboard a punch,
Then cross correlate and a break for some lunch,
Correlate, tabulate, process and screen, 
Program, printout, regress to the mean,

And it's Oh boys, can't you code it? (WHUH!)
And program it right,
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine,
I'm haulin' out the data on the Xerox line,

Yeah but it's home again, eat again, watch some TV,
Make love to my woman at 10:53,
I dream the same dream when I'm sleepin' at night,
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight,

And it's Oh boys, can't you code it? (WHUH!)
And program it right,
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine,
I'm haulin' out the data on the Xerox line,

Someday I'm gonna to give up the buttons and things,
I'll punch that time clock 'til it can't ring,
Burn up my neck tie and set myself free,
Cause no ones gonna fold bend or mutilate me,

And it's Oh boys, can't you code it? (oohh!)
And program it right,
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine,
I'm haulin' out the data on the Xerox line,

And it's Oh boys, can't you code it? (WHUH!)
And program it right,
Nothin' ever happens in this life of mine,
I'm haulin' out the data on the Xerox line.