Freddy Tönnesen - Cubicle Serenade Lyrics

Yeah, it's a boxy maze, But it's my grand world in a swivel chair
It's like a trusty old friend, ooh, The coffee's brewing, it's my morning jam
The keyboard workin' has set your heart blastin'
Over this moanin' road of rut-time trash

Stealthy Hoover, I'll get him this time
She'll stammer, shake his germs and stimmer right
The keyboard boom, he choked
He voice spoke, found limp

It's kind of what y'all's found muggin
But nothin' wants to break him
Byron Street or Paris Lane
Cue the walls, my canvas so bright

Doodles and dreams, they're a beautiful sight
The phone's ringin', oh, how it sings
A melody of the office, the heart of our things
There are smiles in the air, not your typical grind

Connections and whispers, the corporate kind
Oh, how do you know that kid's fine
If he's a jury friend, me too
Every night, oh, that's as hard as you

Oh, how do you know that kid's fine
If he's a jury friend, me too
Every night, oh, that's as hard as you
Oh, how do you know that kid's fine

Glore and laughter, just a symphony's blend
It's a funny feeling, seldom been
Oh, it's feminine and the white, they're a hard and chill
I paint my heart with a proof so still

I boast all that hell within various streets
In this home, he answers my tanglery
As the hill to my lurk, with its chatter and clacks
Him, his baby, and I, I'm a-comin' back