When sometimes at work I sit and stare
At my drafting board and all
And I think “is this the job I really want;
am I happy here at all?”
For there are other things I could do
And all I’m sure, equally well.
But the work I am doing now
is at times just plain hell.
It is not that they treat me bad
Or make me break my back
It’s not the guys that work with me
They are a friendly pack
But did you ever sometimes feel
“Damn, this is not for me”
And look around and realize, it’s not your cup of tea