White Collar Holler Lyrics

WHITE COLLAR HOLLER
Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight
Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late
I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names
And week after week, it's always the same

And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line

Then it's code in the data, give the keyboard a punch
Then cross-correlate and break for some lunch
Correlate, tabulate, process and screen
Program, printout, regress to the mean

And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line

Then it's home again, eat again, watch some TV
Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at nightStan Rogers - White Collar Holler - http://motolyrics.com/stan-rogers/white-collar-holler-lyrics.html
I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight

And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line

Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things
I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring
Burn up my necktie and set myself free
Cause no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me.

And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
Nothing ever happens in this life of mine
I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
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Written by Nigel Russell and dedicated to the city of Bramalea,
Ontario, Canada.
Recorded by Stan Rogers on Between the Breaks - Live, Fogarty's
Cove Music, FCM-002
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