My job is stupid My day's a bore Inside this office From eight 'til four Well, nothing ever happens My life is pretty bland Pretending that I'm working Pray I don't get canned My cubicle, My cubicle It's one of sixty two It's my small space In a crowded place Just a six-by-six board booth And I hate it, that's the truth Well, I give a sigh As the boss walks by No one ever talks to me Or looks me in the eye And I really should work But instead I just Sit here and surf the Internet In My cubicle, My cubicle It doesn't have a view It's my small space In a crowded place I sit and sigh there, too And sometimes I sit here nude