In my suit and tie,
My quest to find the job I seek.
Search for H.R. guy.
I'm itchin' to start, perhaps this week.

What will I do here? - You'll get fi-iles.
What will I need here? - You'll need gui-ile.
But why the fears here? - Tell you why-y...

It's all just cubicles. - 'Neath tiles, acoustical.
No halls, just cubicles. - Need pharmaceuticals.

The narrow aisles all twist and wind,
Get hung up, need some luck, 'cause I'm stumped.
It takes some clout to move about,
Need ice, as I'm bumped by some chump.

They tell me what to do. - What should I do?
They say I passed the interview.
Join the office pool. - What that be?
Just try to learn, observe the rules.

What if I'm new here? - You'll be shy-y.
What if I'm stuck here? - You'll shrug and cry-y
But why the sneers here? - I'll tell you why-y...

It's all just cubicles. - 'Neath tiles, acoustical.
No halls, just cubicles. - Need pharmaceuticals.

I need to find that desk of mine,
Get hung up, as I'm struck in the rump.
I need a scout to cruise the route,
See mice, as they jump through this dump.

It's all just cubicles. - 'Neath tiles, acoustical.
It's all just cubicles. - Lost!

It's all just cubicles. - 'Neath tiles, acoustical.
No halls, just cubicles. - Need pharmaceuticals.
It's all just cubicles. - I'm stalled in cubicles.