1, 2, 3, 4 Working all day for a mean little man With a clip on tight and a rub on tan He's got me running round the office like a dog around a track But when I get back home you're always there to rub my back Hey, Julie, look what they're doing to me Trying to trip me up, trying to wear me down Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it And I'd never make it through without you around No, I'd never make it through without you around Hours on the phone making pointless calls I got a desk full of paper that means nothing at all Sometimes I catch myself staring into space Counting down the hours till I get to see your face Hey, Julie, look what they're doing to me Trying to trip me up, trying to wear me down Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it And I'd never make it through without you around No, I'd never make it through without you around How did it come to be that you and I must be Far away from each other every day? Why must I spend my time filling up my mind With facts and figures that never add up anyway? They never add up anyway Working all day for a mean little guy With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie He's got me running round the office like a gerbil on a wheel He can tell me what to do, but he can't tell me what to feel Hey, Julie, look what they're doing to me Trying to trip me up, trying to wear me down Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it And I'd never make it through without you around No, I'd never make it through without you around No, I'd never make it through without you around