| Working all day for a mean little man
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| With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
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| He’s got me running 'round the office like a dog around a track
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| But when I get back home, you’re always there to rub my back
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| Hey Julie, look what they’re doing to me
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| Trying to trip me up, trying to wear me down
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| Julie, I swear, it’s so hard to bear it
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| And I’d never make it through without you around
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| And I’d never make it through without you around
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| Hours on the phone making pointless calls
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| I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
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| Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
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| Counting down the hours 'til I get to see your face
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| Hey Julie, look what they’re doing to me
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| Trying to trip me up, trying to wear me down
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| Julie, I swear, it’s so hard to bear it
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| And I’d never make it through without you around
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| No, I’d never make it through without you around
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| How did it come to be that you and I must be
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| Far away from each other every day?
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| Why must I spend my time filling up my mind
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| With facts and figures that never add up anyway?
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| They never add up anyway
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| Working all day for a mean little guy
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| With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
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| He’s got me running 'round the office like a gerbil on a wheel
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| He can tell me what to do, but he can’t tell me what to feel
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| Hey Julie, look what they’re doing to me
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| Trying to trip me up, trying to wear me down
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| Julie, I swear, it’s so hard to bear it
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| And I’d never make it through without you around
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| No, I’d never make it through without you around
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| No, I’d never make it through without you around |