Lyrics:
Desk Jockeys On Dexies
Red is the colour of your hair
Black are your legs
Your boots they are black too
Both of them a black taboo
So please show me
the hour
You're a desk jockey with no distinct advantage
You're a corporate hack with no distinct advantage
You're a human resource with no distinct
a lighter
Same shit different day it don't just feel like it
My sanity been on ice just like ice hockey
You saying you can spit
You're just a desk jockey
I'm
the cut if you still go with the grain
Been a desk jockey zombie someone stop me with a headshot
Make a little money just to lose it on the next drop
your shirt
And undo your tie
I know it's been a while
But the fast life aint for desk jockeys
No dwight shrutes so let's get wild
Put the god damn pencil
than a hobby
I can have success without
Being a desk jockey
And like a bullet train ain't
Nobody gonna stop me
I'm aiming for the sky cause
That's where
and we're not on your side
Better forward your mail, shoot the wounded and ride
Cuz when we got all you desk jockeys safe behind bars
Claimed all of the neon
won't take no less
I'm not writing birthday greetings"
And then Jenny's blood ran hot
She said, "I'm not one for desk jockeys
But I'll give you
doesn't want to be classified
He's a shirt and tie who's afraid of commitment
A desk jockey who had a good standard of living
Likes, laugh, love but
doesn't want to be classified
He's a shirt and tie who's afraid of commitment
A desk jockey who had a good standard of living
Likes, laugh, love but
doesn't want to be classified
He's a shirt and tie who's afraid of commitment
A desk jockey who had a good standard of living
Likes, laugh, love but
doesn't want to be classified
He's a shirt and tie who's afraid of commitment
A desk jockey who had a good standard of living
Likes, laugh, love but
on Spidey's wild ride
And the hills stood up in a great big 3
And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red
a bounce, make me see girls a bounce
Make me see boots a bounce, make me see party a bounce
Disc jockey be a bounce, raise the stage up and bounce
Hopin dat
Sat at the café table she'd just given up
Savouring the taste as I drank from her cup
Clocked her at the check-in desk
And again, on the plane
I
getting more wonky
Just vibbing with this foxy
Thinking she wants me to be her jockey
Bet she wanna make me into copies
Hold up let me find my car keys
stop me You can't top me
That's why my haters mad they always try to copy
Bitch behind the desk sucked me up right in the lobby
I feel like I'm the man
at school in our pavilion
Bangin' on the desk makin' beats worth a million
Still in the groove with all the beats I remember
Lock in my brain from January
Got a job in a bank sittin' at a desk
Smirkin' at him all the intellects go by
"Little bank boy on the make", they laugh
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