Pecking Order Songtext
von Do-Ré-Mi

He spends his lunch hour with all the chickens in the queue
Meet the head lads, wash the cups, bring the tea later on
Fourteen years with the firm, not a single sick day out
Polishing the director′s desk with cleaner as close as I can get
Shake his hand at Christmas time
Shake his throat if you could only hear
And a job well done, all slap in the mouth
His mistake and the buck stops here
You always give to the social club collection
Head like a sieve, a shallow smile hard to match a hideous invention


She does her nails while her mouth paints another scene
Stuck to the xerox with no cigarette machine
Teasing and baiting that silly little singsong voice
"You shut up if you want this job, you
Don't complain, you′ve got no choice"
Clip clop, doctor shouts, Indian file, half past four
Whispering in the corridor as soon as her back is turned

Last in line in the back, back, back, backing order
(Last in line in the back, back, back, backing order)
Last in line in the back, back, back, backing order
(Last in line in the back, back, back, backing order)
Last in line in the back, back, back, backing order
(Last in line in the back, back, back, backing order)

Clocks do their best to make her feel uneasy
She turns away and struggles with a
Sentence but the language isn't easy