DESKBOUND

I'm sick and tired of jobs that have me walking up and down all day
My feet are aching and my shoe leather's wearing away
I wanna sit right down in my swivel chair
So no-one even knows that my legs are still there
CHORUS
I wanna be deskbound! (a bureaucrat)
I wanna be deskbound! (a paper-pusher)
I wanna be deskbound! (what do you think of that?)
It ain't so grotesque, to wanna be chained to a desk...

I'm getting agoraphobia surrounded by the heaving crowd
There's nowhere I can hide and the noise is way too loud
Give me a couple of partitions and a wall or two
And a door and a window that you can't see through
CHORUS
With a carpeted floor, and my name on the door,
I wanna be deskbound!

Time hangs heavy on my feet
My life would be so sweet
If I could be completely deskbound
You would see a change in me
How happy I would be
If my post were sedent'ry...

So take me to a place where bureaucracy has got out of hand
Where I won't have to stand for always having to stand
Where the desks are tidy and the phones are clean
And I'm a tiny little cog in a great big machine
CHORUS
You're never alone, with a phone of your own...
CHORUS
in a suit and a tie, I know I'd get by...
CHORUS
I could feel so much better, with a personal shredder,
A carpeted floor and my name on the door
I won't go beresk, when I'm chained to a desk,
I wanna be deskbound!!!