By Mark Miner

Y'all listen here, people,
Got a story to tell,
'Bout how love of money,
Is a ticket to hell.

Well I got the blues,
Yeah I got the blues,
I got the fluorescent-cold-office-corporate-America-blues.
Oh yeah.

You young whippersnappers,
You looking so fine,
Dressed up for your interview,
At the end of the line.

Oh you'll get the blues,
Like I got the blues,
You'll get the worked-so-hard-learned-so-much-just-to-sit-in-a-cube blues.
That's right.

You wizened old creatures,
With your sweaters and tea,
You spent your whole life,
For this cold company.

Now you got the blues
Just like I got the blues
You got the gave-your-health-to-get-wealth-and-a-retirement blues
Mm-hmm

We all got the blues
The corporate blues
We got the sunny-day-stuck-inside-wish-I-could-go-and-play blues
So bad.