Tyson is a man of many contradictions. He finds paper pushing as the most disgraceful of occupations. However, he did work a number of years behind a desk surrounded on three sides by textile covered portable walls, cowed by overhead tubular lights. He effectively collected a paycheck from the government by moving a scrap of papyrus deftly around the vinyl top of his workspace. Every now and then when the forms and memos gave his pushing finger a break he would busy himself by composing songs about the things he abhorred most. Namely useless people getting paid for being burdens on others. (He now has a more respectable job)
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(Sung to the tune of "Highwayman" by Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings, and Johnny Cash)
I was an office clerk
computers I did command
databases at my hand
I typed up memos to the management up high
I turned off the fax and printer every night
although I worked in that grey cube with little light
I made it alright.
I was an auditor
in your finances I pried
pad and pencil by my side
I wrote letters on behalf of the IRS
leaving many people's bank accounts a mess
and they would ask me how it was I rest at night
but I was sleeping tight
I was a salesman
many an auto I did sell
many a white lie I did tell
I sold a lemon to an elderly Miss Brown
That left her stranded thirty miles out of town
and when she asked me that her engine be replaced
I laughed in her face
I'll fly a starship
across the universe and hide
And when I reach the other side
I will start tabulating the stars in the night
Then I will bill you for each increment of light
perhaps you thought the entire universe was free
I will charge a fee
Original song mp3 (Highwayman)
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