Sometimes I ask myself, I ask myself what's the point?
I fall out of bed, put my head in the sink
I close my eyes, I'm in your arms, I'm in your arms
And all theses people keeps singing
And all theses people keeps singing
The phone keeps ringing
I work hard everyday, working for a man
Who, when I'm old and gray, will steal my pension plan
I close my eyes, I'm in your arms
I close my eyes, I'm in your arms, I'm in your arms
Two weeks in the sun, for a lifetime in this joint
The phone keeps ringing, my ears keep ringing
I close my eyes, I'm in your arms
The boss is on my back, the boss is in my face
I've got to get to work, you know I'm always late
