Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line
with the WD40 in their viens the screeching little breaks complain
With the brief case empty and the holes in my shoes
I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse
So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls
I believe I can hear through these walls
I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf
You said you'd always fall for the underdog
Well I've been dreaming of jettreams and kicking up dust
oh can you hear me screaming out through the telephone line
I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf
You said you'd awlways fall for the underdog