In the industrial deli
I’ll have the CD on rye
Well I was running the rat race
But I’ve been disqualified
So give me an order of data to go
I’ll eat it by the TV while I’m watching the snow

At the industrial deli
We wear the company hat
I’ll have the white collar special
Do I get fries with that?
There’s a crowd in my coffee, a bug in my tea,
Every time I turn around they try to automate me

I’ll have to do some moonlighting
to beat the downsizing blues
You’ll see me doing my new job
in my high heeled shoes
I know what to do with a working stiff
I’ll be a boy’s best friend on the midnight shift