Текст песни rogers stan - White Collar Holler
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WHITE COLLAR HOLLERWell, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eightSome woman who`s my wife tells me not to be lateI kiss the kids goodbye, I can`t remember their namesAnd week after week, it`s always the sameAnd it`s Ho, boys, can`t you code it, and program it rightNothing ever happens in the life of mineI`m hauling up the data on the Xerox lineThen it`s code in the data, give the keyboard a punchThen cross-correlate and break for some lunchCorrelate, tabulate, process and screenProgram, printout, regress to the meanThen it`s home again, eat again, watch some TVMake love to my woman at ten-fifty-threeI dream the same dream when I`m sleeping at nightI`m soaring over hills like an eagle in flightSomeday I`m gonna give up all the buttons and thingsI`ll punch that time clock till it can`t ringBurn up my necktie and set myself freeCause no`one`s gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.-----------------------------------------------------------------Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the city of Bramalea,Ontario, Canada.Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty`sCove Music, FCM-002filename[ WHITCOLHDC===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===