Six o'clock in the mornin'
And he's already woken up
Preparin' his lunch and gettin' ready
to go down to do his job

He always makes his own coffee
and he butters his own bread
Then cleans up and leaves quietly
'cause his wife is still in bed

Workin' as a copydog
Workin' at the xerox machine
From seven to five, what a life
Workin' at the xerox machine

Addicted to the toner
Flashlights in his face
Feedin' paper to his babies
Wow, the man, he loves this place

For fifteen years, day in day out
He's been workin' like a slave
But he don't mind, no, he don't mind
He wants his ill wife to be saved

Workin' as a copydog
Workin' at the xerox machine
From seven to five, what a life
Workin' at the xerox machine

The day that he retired
Man, did that man feel bad
Sittin' home alone and with his wife
The poor guy is goin' mad

Not even six weeks later
Man walks up to his boss
Says hey, you needn't pay so much
But can I get my old job back?

Workin' as a copydog
Workin' at the xerox machine
From seven to five, what a life
Workin' at the xerox machine


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