John W. Adams - My Work Machine Lyrics

So I'm all fed up
My boss a jerk
I invented a machine
To do all my work
Under my desk
Just out of sight
From wondering eyes
Of passers by
I input stuff
And it spits it back
I turn it in
And take a nap
As my stock goes up
Like my bank account
My work machine
Is never down
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
It's been two years
Still living the dream
A lifetime nap
Cream of the cream
My neighbor's built his own machine
And his is functioning
Properly
As my stock declines
Like my bottom line
I've been digging a hole
From it all this time
More and more
Machines I see
Challenging
Mediocrity
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
HR trying
To lay me off
I take my little pink slip
To the same jerk boss
I find a dozen machines
Doing his work
And one big machine
A model jerk
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine
Ohh ohh ohh
My work machine