Unemployed Again

Unemployed again.

I’m looking at the paper.

I’m annoyed again.

My mind’s turning to vapor,

‘Cause I gotta get some cash.

Pay the rent and make a stash,

And be employed again.

I read the New York Times

Contemplating dreams

Of some white collar crimes.

You know what I mean.

Buy some food so I can eat,

And the women I can meet

So I’ll enjoy again.

Monday morning type myself a resume

And a cover letter, and mail them away.

See what I can do to get an interview.

I’ll wear my only suit

And tie

So there is no chance they can refute

That I’m a groovy guy.

Then they’ll pay me lots of dough

For all those tricks I’ll throw........

I’m in the mood again

For luxuries

Like eating human food again.

Spaghetti's getting old.

And I’ll gather friends around.

For a change I’ll buy the round,

‘Cause I’m employed again.

Buy me a brand new pair of underwear.

And a brand new laptop

With lots of RAM to spare.

Connect me to the top.

I ain't never gonna stop. (And I'll shop until I drop!)

And then I’ll cruise the bars.

Spend all kinds of money

On my MasterCard.

American Express

Will bless the day that I arrived.

“I spend, so I’m alive!”

— And employed again.