Myself
I am driving
I am late for work

Spilling coffee down my whitest shirt
While I'm flossing and I'm changing lanes
Oh Yeah


Now I'm driving
Through the parking lot

Doing eighty, hey what the heck why not
Watch it lady, Cuz you're in my spot
Once again, It's early to work

And here's a surprise, I got a
McMuffin for just 99 cents today
I think they ran a special


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I can't stand still Can I get a witness

Can you hear me Anybody, Anybody
I think I am running just to catch myself


Maybe someday I could fly away
Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay
Sport my Speedo, maybe grab a tan

DREAM VACATION, WILD ELATION
Now I'm running
Straight into my boss

And he's angry, Oh and he calls me Ross
Which is funny, cause that ain't my name


And that's lame
I'm still running
Running very late, For a meeting

Wait, that was yesterday
Guess I'm early for the one next week, Oh how sweet
I get on the ladder, I corporately climb

I wave at my life as it passes me by everyday
My name's not Ross!


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Life in my cubicle is discreet, Life in my cubicle is neat

I've got some pictures of my friends
Some sharpened pencils...where's my pen
Ten O'clock I'm in a meeting

Paper cut I think I'm bleeding
Check my hair it's still receding, Hey what a life
Break for lunch, there's nothing better

Run outside and don my sweater
Like Fred Rogers let's be neighbors
I've lost my mind

I'm over worked, and underpaid, and non appreciated

It's just a perk of being of being middle class and educated

One... spinning circles in my chair
Two...win a game of solitaire
Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone

Four O'clock and I stare at the door,
And I stare at my watch, Then I stare at the door
I stand by my desk like I'm going to war

There's just one thing I'll be needing
Grab my paycheck as I'm leaving
Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh

Five O'clock it's time to go
There's crowds to fight and time to blow
It's talking fast on my cell phone

Hey, watch out that's reckless driving!
Five O'clock


It's time to hit the couch and watch TV
Set the clock and go to sleep
It's 8 a.m. on Monday morning

Again and again and again and again and again
Driving around, no where to go
And so I hang with my lady,

Oh, and chill with my bros
It's okay, in my Cabriolet

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When I meet God, I will have a question
I just forgot the question
I think I am running just to catch myself
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh