The White Collar Holler

Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight
 Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late
 I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names
 And week after week, it's always the same
 And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
 Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
 I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
 Then it's code in the data, give the keyboard a punch
 Then cross-correlate and break for some lunch
 Correlate, tabulate, process and screen
 Program, printout, regress to the mean
 And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
 Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
 I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
 Then it's home again, eat again, watch some TV
 Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
 I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at night
 I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight
 And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
 Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
 I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
 Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things
 I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring
 Burn up my necktie and set myself free
 Cause no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me
 And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
 Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
 I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line