I don't wear a beeper I keep loose track of time/Some say that I'm their teacher /wish that they were so inclined/The busybodies huddle and talk about me/and show some admiration but don't have time for tea/Did I hear them say I'm free?
I don't have a lover though I've turned some heads/I don't have any children and I don't any many debts/The suits and ties ignore me as they rush from nine to five but they watch me from the bus stop with envy in their eyes/I see the weary workers
toiling away/praying for tomorrow to take them through today/I bump into an aquaintance in this version of hell at the pillars of monotany/She says to me
"My, you're looking well".
I don't have a briefcase/I swing my arms/I don't have an attache my head's up in the stars/As I pass the rising concrete reaching up high/I see the weary workers and I go walking by...
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On by...
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