Slicing Up The Limes

Slicing up a big juicy lime tossing out more fishing line not even keeping track of time

It's too bad it's only in my mind

My cubicle is really small and outside that there's four more walls

The coffee maker is never unplugged and I can picture tiny islands in the water cooler jug

There's palm trees on my computer screen

When the boss isn't watching me I sneak away from reality and slip into a big daydream There's margaritas and long island tea parrot heads as far as you can see

Jimmy Buffet's playing all the time and my job is slicing up the limes

The fax machine is a barbeque help yourself to a shrimp or two

I think I'm gonna' form a conga line and dance everybody right outside