Copydog Songtext
von El Fish

Six o′clock in the morning
He's already woken up
Preparing his lunch and getting ready to go down to his job
He always makes his own coffee
Butters his own bread
Then he cleans up, leave his
′Cause his wife is ill in bed
Working as a copy dog
Working at the Xerox machine
From 7 to 5, what a life
Working at the Xerox machine


A flash lights in his face
Feeding paper to his
Man, he loves this place
For 15 years, day in, day out
He's been working like a slave
But he don't mind, no he don′t mind
Wants his ill wife to be saved
Working as a copy dog
Working at the Xerox machine
From 7 to 5, what a life
Working at the Xerox machine
Working as a copy dog
Working at the Xerox machine
From 7 to 5, what a life
Working at the Xerox machine, yeah
The day that he retired
Man, did that man feel bad
Sitting home alone with his wife
The poor guy was getting mad
Not even six weeks later
A man walks up to his boss
He said, "Hey, you needn′t pay so much
But can I have my old job back"
We say
Working as a copy dog
Working at the Xerox machine
From 7 to 5, what a life
Working at the Xerox machine
Working as a copy dog
Working at the Xerox machine
From 7 to 5, what a life
Working at the Xerox machine
Working as a copy dog
Working at the Xerox machine
From 7 to 5, what a life
Working at the Xerox machine, ah