Fat Cat - The Rifles

The alarm rings and I wake up at 8

just in time to have a fat cat down on my back

he’s smiling, though my life ain’t that great

its surprising the things you do for money

One day I’ll be the boss of my own,

in a skyscraper, a tall blond secretary

'till then, I’ll have to suffer alone with you good, good people,

ain’t life rosy?

Don’t walk around like that

It’s alarming how you spend every day

Being charming to a boss that’s down on your back

he’s barking all these orders my way

it’s surprising that they never seem to worry

all day, I’m just surrounded alone, with a, pin stripped, and a pink ties

necessary

I’m looking at the clock as it rolls down again, to the morning,

ain’t life rosy?

Don’t walk around like that

Don’t walk around like that

Don’t walk around like that

Take two steps back

One day I’ll be the boss of my own,

in a skyscraper, a tall blond secretary

'till then, I’ll have to suffer alone with you good, good people

ain’t life rosy?

The alarm rings and I wake up at 8

just in time to have a fat cat down on my back

he’s smiling, though my life ain’t that great

it’s surprising the things you do for money