I've Got to Get My Numbers Up

Could've been an ice cream man Oh yeah I've got what it takes Could have put the plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes Could have made some fun mistakes I Could've been a junkie man Instead of a mindless cubicle monkey 'Cuz that's just what I am Drowning in a sea of paperwork, baby I'm workin' outta two sets of books I drive downtown in my brand new Chevy But things aren't how they look Got new suits and take-out lunches But I'm down on my luck I've got to learn to roll with the punches I've gotta get my numbers up Standin' over by the water-cooler So many things on my list Could have been a fireman Or an Erotic Hypnotist Drowning in a sea of red tape, baby I never learned how swim Big boys kickin' sand in my face No time to go to the gym Shiny cufflinks and new tie tack But I'm down on my luck I've got to learn to roll with the punches I've gotta get my numbers up Sweatin' all day like a Fishtown farmer Standing by the side of the road I could have been a construction worker If could carry the load Could've made some fun mistakes And still landed where I am Another mindless cubicle monkey 'Cuz that's just what I am Drowning in a sea of paperwork, baby I'm workin' outta two sets of books I drive downtown in my brand new chevy But things aren't how they look Got new suits and take-out lunches But I'm down on my luck I've got to learn to roll with the punches I've gotta get my numbers up