Heydi-ho! Heydi-hee!
Let's jump atop our white degrees
Like a magical carpet ride
where you're down on your knees
Ooooooeeeeee! Look at all them jobs
What's your desired salary?
Roll a three and you've got a career
In ophthalmology
You're an actuary
Work in an apothecary
Raise baby dromedaries
Reality is merely secondary
To your future as a secretary
A gas jockey
Another part-time full-blown half-wit two-bit
Burger-flipping, basement dwelling
Success flunkee social junky
Third tier, class two
one-tonne mop monkey
you silly silly monkey
with your silly silly lamp
You can rub all you want
but the glitter just comes off
Now you're trapped inside the bottle
Thirty years with nothing but wishes
Waiting tables and washing dishes
If someone would only set you free
you would grant them their three wishes
Answer yes to all their questions
Jump through hoops at their suggestion
But the joke's on you because their cousin
Was already awarded that position

Is this a life or nothing near it?
Screaming loud so can you hear it
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But these chains will take your spirit
Used to be that salesmen only sold you widgets
And maybe x-ray glasses to go along with it
Now they're middle men along the way
to the bottom rung of a step-less ladder
When did job hunting become an industry?
Or ambition a treacherous cemetery
Call me a political indignitary
But I came to say that free will is fantasy

Yes this is fantasy land.
You know there's no steering wheel
on a magical carpet, right?
You know that, right?
You know that the genie
always twists your wishes
Right?
You silly, silly monkey!