Woorden: Gilbert O'Sullivan. Piano Foreplay. World Of Work.

From the cradle to the grave
From the present to the cave
All we're doing most of our lives
Is for the most part trying to survive

Aspirations all every well
Your degree it looks really swell
Only problem always the same

It's heads their needing and not a brain
Welcome to the world of work
You can start by giving
Up the notion that now you are swell
Welcome to the world of work
It's a job and you can take it from me
No guarantee

All your life you dreamt about this
Sole ambition since you were a kid
Now it's happened how does it feel
Dream is over this for real

Sat for hours in front of a screen
Mouse will tell you what you are seeing
When you get home how to relax
Another screen for you to look at

Welcome to the world of work
It's a kind of living
Where you give more than you'll ever receive

Welcome to the world of work
Only place a loyal servant can be
Kicked in the teeth

Mind your manners mind how you go
Union rep. now does as he's told
One at all out used to mean stop
Now you're frightened of losing your job

Small percentage do as they please
Most if not all have family trees
You can see them scuttling about
Silver teaspoons stuck in their mouth

Welcome to the world of work
Its a place where giving
Ls the price you pay for something to eat
Welcome to the world of work
It's where surplus to requirements could be
You they don't need

Welcome to the world of work
It's a nice beginning
Followed shortly by a coffee or tea
Welcome to the world of work
After which you will be run off your feet
Trying to compete