capitalism

A song about the fantasies of a bored management trainee.

1990 CHRIS BUTLER/ 1990 FUTURE FOSSIL MUSIC (BMI)



EVERYTHING IN IT'S PLACE 'CAUSE NEATNESS COUNTS

PENS GO OVER HERE, ROLODEX OVER THERE

MY WIFE'S PICTURE AT A PERFECT ANGLE

TO A BIG CHROME STAPLER, MY PER-SON-AL STAPLER

I CAN MAKE MY CHAIR GO UP OR DOWN

TILT OR SWIVEL, I JUST JIGGLE THIS LITTLE HANDLE

THIS IS MY TELEPHONE, THIS IS MY COMPUTER

AND THAT ASHTRAY HAS NEVER BEEN USED!

NOW, LOOK, LOOK, LOOK AT THIS! IS-N'T THIS REALLY SPECIAL?

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER LOOKS SO PROFESSIONAL

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER

LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER

LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD

JUST HIRED STRAIGHT OUT OF SCHOOL

GONNA RIDE THAT SHEEPSKIN TICKET

TO A ROSY FUTURE, BIG PO-TEN-TIAL

A SHOT OF NEW BLOOD THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID THEY NEEDED

AND THEY KNEW REAL MANAGE-MENT TA-LENT WHEN THEY SAW IT

CAP-IT-AL-ISM BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE

THAT'S GOOD 'CAUSE I'M A NICE GUY...

THAT'S GOOD 'CAUSE I'M A KIND GUY..

GONNA LEARN TO BE SLY

GONNA LEARN TO PLAY HARD BALL

BIZ-NESS IS BUSINESS, NOT E-MO-TION-AL

IF YOU DON'T WANNA GET SCREWED, BOY

BE A SCREW DRIVER

DON'T DREAM THE AMERICAN DREAM

STEAL IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE

UH...DID I WANNA MAKE A LOT OF MONEY?

YEAH, I WANNA MAKE LOTS OF MONEY!

I DREAM MONEY

I BREATH/SHIT MONEY

AND ANY DAY NOW

I'M GONNA BUY ME A SECOND SUIT!

NOW I'M AN E-XEC-U-TIVE BETTER EXECUTE SOMETHING

GOTTA MAKE MY NUMBERS

PROVE MYSELF PROBATION

THEY ONLY KEEP THOSE THAT SHOW THE MOST HUSTLE

SO THE DAYS CONNECT ENDLESS, ENDLESS DAYS

OVERTIME

DON'T THINK ABOUT BEING EXPLOITED

DON'T THINK THAT I'M JUST WHITE COLLAR CANNON FODDER

GOT TO START SOMEWHERE

THEN MOVE RIGHT UP THE LADDER

I BE-LIEVE ANYONE CAN MAKE IT

JUST WORK HARD FOR IT SUC-CESS IS JUST AROUND THE

CORNER

OP-POR-TU-NITY KNOCKS ME OVER

BUT THERE ARE NO A-PPOINT-MENTS

IN MY DAI-LY PLANNER

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER

LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER

LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER

LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD

A GREEN DESK BLOTTER

LOOKS LIKE A BATTLEFIELD

THEY'LL COME AT DAWN ROLL UP THE WHITE-OUT ARMOR

CORPORAL, TAKE TEN RUBBER BANDS

I WANT LOOKOUTS ON THE PE-RIMETER

SANFORD...YOU'RE ON POINT, DIG IN BY THAT COFFEE MUG

SARGE, I'M SCARED

SON WE'RE ALL SCARED,

MY HEART IS POUND-ING LOUD AS A GRAD-U-A-TION WATCH

WHERE'S MY AIR COVER? I MUST HAVE AIR COVER!

A SHAD-OW FALLS THE TROOPS FREEZE IN FEAR

AS A LET-TER O-PEN-ER BOMBER SLOW-LY RUMBLES OVER.

PAPER CLIPS LAID OUT IN A TIGHT FORMATION

LINES OF STAMPS GUARD MY LEFT AND RIGHT FLANKS

AND HERE COMES THE PENCIL CAVALRY

CHARGING UP THE MIDDLE

OH MY MY MY

DON'T THEY LOOK FINE!!

THEN IT'S BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG...

WHO WON, WON, WON WON WON? ETC.

MISS PRICE, WAS THAT CALL FOR ME?