Office Musical
A job equals money
Ain't it funny?
But there goes your time
An asset most prime.
Don't want to sit behind a desktop
When my body wants to shoo-bop
A job like the Grease greasers
not like in Wall-Street, slowly getting "J-Caesared"
But behind a stage
Where music is the rage.
Becoming an actor
(Becoming compactor)
Inspiring people, all around,
How does that sound?
It would be a dream,
a total change in my life scheme.
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