I am driving   I am late for work   Spilling coffee   Down my whitest shirt   While I'm flossing   And I'm changing lanes   Oh Yeah   Now I'm driving   Through the parking lot   Doing eighty   Hey what the heck why not   Watch it lady   'Cause your in my spot   Once again   It's early to work    And here's a surprise   I got a McMuffin for just 99 cents today   I think they ran a special      CHORUS:    I can't stand still   Can I get a witness   Can you hear me   Anybody, anybody   I think I am running just to catch myself      Maybe someday I could fly away   Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay   Sport my speedo,maybe grab a tan   A dream vacation, wild elation   Now I'm running   Straight into my boss   And he's angry   Oh and he calls me Ross   Which is funny   'Cause that ain't my name   And that's lame   I'm still running   Running very late   For a meeting   Wait, that was yesterday   Guess I'm early for the one next week   Oh how sweet   I get on the ladder   I corporately climb   I wave at my life as it passes me by every day   My name's not Ross      CHORUS      Life in my cubicle is discreet   Life in my cubicle is neat   I've got some pictures of my friends   Some sharpened pencils...where's my pen   Ten O'clock I'm in a meeting   Paper cut I think I'm bleeding   Check my hair it's still receding   Hey what a life   Break for lunch   There's nothing better   Run outside and don my sweater    Like Fred Rogers let's be neighbors   I've lost my mind   I'm over worked   And underpaid   And non-appreciated    It's just a perk of being of being   Middle class   And educated   One... spinning circles in my chair   Two...win a game of solitaire   Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone   Four O'clock and I stare at the door   And I stare at my watch   Then I stare at the door   I stand by my desk like I'm going to war   There's just one thing I'll be needing   Grab my paycheck as I'm leaving   Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh   It's five o'clock   It's time to go    There's crowds to fight   And horns to blow   It's talking fast on my cell phone   Hey watch out that's reckless driving   Five O'clock   It's time to leave   To hit the couch   And watch TV   Set the clock and go to sleep   It's 8 am on Monday morning   Again and again and again and again and again   Driving around   Nowhere to go   And so I hang with my lady Oh,   And chill with my bro's   It's okay, in my Cabriolet   I can't stand still   Can I get a witness   Can you hear me   Anybody, anybody   I think I am running just to catch myself   When I meet God   I will have a question   I just forgot my question   I think I am running just to catch myself   Oh oh oh   Oh oh oh