It's not what you want 

But you'll take what you get

Why waste your time? 

Looking sharp boy

Hair is just right

Tie is on tight for eight hours every day now

You cannot breathe

No time for yourself

What if your paperwork caught on fire?

Wasting away, blink of an age

Tie is on tight, oh so tight, and it chokes you

Days turn to weeks

Weeks turn to months

Months turn to years and

You'll die so unhappy

Well, life is a bitch

And life is a beach

You've got the sun and the sand your suit all within your reach

Take off the tie

What a sick day

We've gone to build castles in sand and go swimming, 

It's time for our play

To the barricades

We'll take them by storm

Days fade to weeks, fade to months, fade to years 

And there is not that much more.