Yaya

I walk like I’m walking in water
When I pass through the hallway
With the eagerness of a dead man
I finish the work of the day
I’ve only been here a little while
And I’m already bored stiff
The brains of the outfit is making my plans
And I can’t get myself to quit
Oh yaya, yaya, yaya
Oh yaya, yaya, yaya
And this is how I get though my day
I go slower, slower, aha
At the end of the day I’ve done nothing
At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours
My long hours
Whatever it is they’re trying to make
It makes no difference to me
They buy me for eight hours a day
But I try to only give them three
Acting as if I’m covered in work and my schedule is mad
Meanwhile I sit and do nothing
And they don’t even know they’ve been had
Oh yaya, yaya, yaya
Oh yaya, yaya, yaya
And this is how I get though my day
I go slower, slower, aha
At the end of the day I’ve done nothing
At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours
My long hours
I’ve given up on the struggle
It work work anyhow
I’ve never answered the Union calls
And I doubt they’re gonna hear me now
Oh yaya, yaya, yaya
And this is how I get though my day
I go slower, slower, aha
At the end of the day I’ve done nothing
At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours
I go slower, slower, aha
At the end of the day I’ve done nothing
At the end of the week I’ve made the least of my long, long hours
My long hours