White Collar Holler Lyrics - Rogers Stan

WHITE COLLAR HOLLER 

Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight 

Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late 

I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names 

And week after week, it's always the same 

And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right 

Nothing ever happens in the life of mine 

I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line 

Then it's code in the data, give the keyboard a punch 

Then cross-correlate and break for some lunch 

Correlate, tabulate, process and screen 

Program, printout, regress to the mean 

Then it's home again, eat again, watch some TV 

Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three 

I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at night 

I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight 

Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things 

I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring 

Burn up my necktie and set myself free 

Cause no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me. 

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Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the city of Bramalea, 

Ontario, Canada. 

Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty's 

Cove Music, FCM-002 

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