The Break Room Boogie

[Intro]
[Verse]
Clock hits five on the dot.
Tea is cold in the pot.
The lights are looking dim.
Mugs are chipped at the rim.
I got a record in my bag.
Ditching every paper tag.
(Ad-lib: "Is that vinyl, honey?")
[Pre-Chorus]
Toss the files in the bin.
Let the dusty needle spin.
Watch the paper finally thin.
Let the funky soul begin.
[Chorus]
We got the break room boogie.
Yeah it’s a little spooky.
Miller’s dancing off the beat.
Shuffling his heavy feet.
Spinning on the white tile.
Finally cracked a smile.
[Post-Chorus]
Slide it to the left.
Slide it to the right.
Feeling very deft.
Dancing through the night.
(Ad-lib: "Go Susan, get it!")
[Verse]
Accounting’s losing all their sense.
The vibe is less intense.
Susan’s doing a little shimmy.
Looking for a little gimme.
The spreadsheets are all gone.
We're grooving until dawn.
(Ad-lib: "Tax codes? Never heard of 'em.")
[Pre-Chorus]
Toss the files in the bin.
Let the dusty needle spin.
Watch the paper finally thin.
Let the funky soul begin.
[Chorus]
We got the break room boogie.
Yeah it’s a little spooky.
Miller’s dancing off the beat.
Shuffling his heavy feet.
Spinning on the white tile.
Finally cracked a smile.
[Bridge]
Ignore the quarterly report.
The linoleum is our court.
This is the funky sort.
No need for a resort.
The bass is way too loud.
Grooving with the office crowd.
[Breakdown]
(Ad-lib: "Horns up!")
(Ad-lib: "Bass man, slap it.")
(Ad-lib: "Check that clavinet.")
(Ad-lib: "One more time for the boss!")
[Chorus]
We got the break room boogie.
Yeah it’s a little spooky.
Miller’s dancing off the beat.
Shuffling his heavy feet.
Spinning on the white tile.
Finally cracked a smile.
[Post-Chorus]
Slide it to the left.
Slide it to the right.
Feeling very deft.
Dancing through the night.
(Ad-lib: "See you Monday, maybe!")
[Outro]