This place is always hiring a brand new bunch of morons It must be rather tiring, squeezing blood from doorknobs This is your life and you're going nowhere and it's your fault you're here, it's not our place to care I don't get paid enough for this, the stress might break my back Working with idiots will give you a heart attack 'cause this is your life and you're going nowhere they don't pay me enough to pretend that I care And all we do is sit around and talk And dream about the day we're gonna walk Smile, you're on the clock Here comes Jim the supervisor, everyone look busy don't forget to smile at him, he thinks it's a conspiracy
'cause this is his life and he's going nowhere they don't pay him to think, they don't pay him to care And all we do is sit around and talk And dream about the day we're gonna walk Smile, you're on the clock Resent the upper management, they treat us like children If it weren't for the free doughnuts, we'd probably have to k** them 'cause this is our life and we're going nowhere they don't pay me enough to pretend that I care And all we do is sit around and talk And dream about the day we're gonna walk And laugh about all the clowns we mock Smile, you're on the clock