I've Got to Get My Numbers up Lyrics

Could've been an ice cream man
Yeah I've got what it takes
Could've put the plastic bobbins on the Christmas cakes
Could've made some fun mistakes
Could've been a junkie man
Instead of a mindless cubicle monkey
‘cuz that's just what I am

Drowning in a sea of paperwork, baby
Workin' outta two sets of books
Drive downtown in my brand new Chevy
But things aren't how they look

Got new suits and take-out lunches
But I'm down on my luck
I've gotta learn to roll with the punches
I've gotta get my numbers up

Standin' over by the water-cooler
So many things on my list
Could've been a fireman
Or an Erotic Hypnotist

Drowning in a sea of red tape, baby
Never learned how swim
Big boys kickin' sand in my face
No time to go to the gym

Shiny cufflinks and new tie tack
But I'm down on my luck
I've gotta learn to roll with the punches
I've gotta get my numbers up

Sweatin' all day like a Fishtown farmer
Standing by the side of the road
I could be a construction worker
If could carry the load
Could've made some fun mistakes
And still landed where I am
Another mindless cubicle monkey
‘cuz that's just what I am

Drowning in a sea of paperwork, baby
Workin' outta two sets of books
Drive downtown in my brand new Chevy
But things aren't how they look
Got new suits and take-out lunches
But I'm down on my luck
I've gotta learn to roll with the punches
I've gotta get my numbers up