Two hours, seven minutes to go
Now my legs have all cramped
Got so bored of the television
Now talking to the leaves on the plant
Making inane conversation with colleagues
They probably think that I'm quite insane
They do not realize I need distraction
For my butt is still in a lot of pain
Two hours two minutes to go
I'm counting the minutes down
Singing silly songs out loud
People covering ears at the sound
Some know me from my last workplace
While others never met before
But when seven o clock rolls around
Bet they'll be kicking me out the door
One hour fifty three minutes to go
This clock is dragging on so slow
They wont have to kick me out at seven
I'll be launching myself out that door