There was leisure, I remember
In my life, in some Dark Age
There was time for play and laughter
Now there's work, all that remains
There were places where I partied
With lovers and friends I barely recall
There was joy and there was music
In my life, I miss them all

But I've all these obligations
I'm in debt up to my ears
So I'm chained to my computer
And I fear that I'll be there for years
Though I know I've got to make a living
I've hobbies and friends I miss, and more
I wish I had the time to think about them
My life's become a bore

(Ooh! Pretty harpsichord solo...)

Though I know I've got to make a living
I've hobbies and friends I miss, and more
I really ought to stop and think about them...
'Cause my life is such a bore

It's my life...and such a bore