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In the middle of the week In the middle of the day In the middle of the summer In the middle of the bay Boots kicked off, feet out to dry Lying on a cotty, counting clouds in the sky Through 'er down and take a break To hell with profits you won't make Take 'er slack, cause you deserve To rock yourself on the ocean We work like devils from nine till five So that we can have eight wheels to drive Tubes with color, plastic bread Waves in our oven and water in our bed Frantically driven to complete Pile 'er up, take more to eat No time to play or cross the bay Or stop and smell the ocean In the middle of the city With a racket and a roar Caged like a rat on the 15th floor Trying to make a living Putting papers in a pile Tryin' to fid someone with a genuine smile Life was never meant to be lived in a box We need a little freedom like a gull and a fox So take the chance whenever you can, To rock yourself on the ocean |