Let’s Make Officecore a Thing

I kicked off February Album Writing Month by reflecting on what it means to have a desk job. I was trying to channel The Mr. T Experience with some clever self-deprecation. Hopefully this doesn’t give off novelty vibes, but it is certainly satire.

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Here are the lyrics:

What do I actually do here?
What do I add to the mix?
Do I really add any value?
There’s no problem I’m here to fix.

The workers all know what they’re doing
They don’t need my help
The boss makes all the decisions
If I wasn’t here would anyone be able to tell?

You gotta go through me I don’t know why
There’s a lotta rules for you to abide by
If it’s moving too fast then I’m your guy
I’m a middle manager and I’m in good supply

I don’t produce and I don’t create
I’m the extra step that you definitely hate
The rubber stamp, the keeper of the gate
You gotta go through me and man I’m gonna make you wait

You gotta go through me I don’t know why
There’s a lotta rules for you to abide by
If it’s moving too fast then I’m your guy
I’m a middle manager and I’m in good supply

What’s the point in even trying to explain
We’re all products of the culture, tracks for the same train
Believe me I don’t like it, any more than you
I’ve been steered in this direction and it’s all I know how to do

You gotta go through me I don’t know why
There’s a lotta rules for you to abide by
If it’s moving too fast then I’m your guy
I’m a middle manager and I’m in good supply