I Need a Vocation
And in the light of the sun
I can say that the lord is proud of what I’ve done
I can say, I can say, I can say, I can…
In the light of the sun I can say—
I NEED A VOCATION!
Bless me with synergy
Meet me at the water cooler at 6:30
Tell tall tales of the time of leisure
It’s 9 o’clock somewhere we can laugh together
I need a vocation
We’ve got heaps of motivation
I need a vocation
(I need a vocation)
I need a vocation
Spilling over with concentration
Becoming one with corporation
I have found my final fixation
I need a vocation
It’s A Brave New World in Corporate America today!
America is reaching new heights in Business and Manufacturing
It’s out with the old and in the with New in Business everywhere
Yes, watch as the world looks to the good old U.S. of A. as Capitalism sets the stage for a Bright New Future for ALL!
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I need a vocation
We’ve got heaps of motivation
I need a vocation
I need a vocation
Simply spilling over with concentration
Becoming one with corporation
I have found my final fixation
I need a vocation
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it direct action, and then
She lost my grandpa’s medicine,
My water bill was late,
She shredded wedding invitations
And she did not hesitate.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
We didn’t know if it was crickets or tinnitus that kept her up at night.
But don’t we all know that feeling in those lonely hours when something isn’t right?
Call it fate, call it karma, call it anything but boredom.
I mean that’s what it is, but no need to put too fine a point on it.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it a Saturday well spent.
She threw out my aunt’s thank you notes
And spat upon the census,
She delivered all our love letters
But to the wrong addresses.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She tampers with forever stamps,
Covered envelopes with gum,
Rubs together eager hands,
She’s only just begun!
And just about three days ago
Our Peggy lost her job.
Better pay for overnight
For it won’t be long…
But who could ever tell what might set her off?
It changes every time.
The one thing that we can tell you all for sure is that you’ll be fine,
But for those of us stuck here it’s just a simple fact of life.
It’s just another day with our local postal parasite.
So we sigh!
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She thinks the task is just her bent.
She ignores the fragile stickers
And throws packages about,
She signs her name on each petition so that there can be no doubt:
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.