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Six o'clock in the mornin'And he's already woken upPreparin' his lunch and gettin' readyto go down to do his jobHe always makes his own coffeeand he butters his own breadThen cleans up and leaves quietly'cause his wife is still in bedWorkin' as a copydogWorkin' at the xerox machineFrom seven to five, what a lifeWorkin' at the xerox machineAddicted to the tonerFlashlights in his faceFeedin' paper to his babiesWow, the man, he loves this placeFor fifteen years, day in day outHe's been workin' like a slaveBut he don't mind, no, he don't mindHe wants his ill wife to be savedWorkin' as a copydogLetras de cancionesWorkin' at the xerox machineFrom seven to five, what a lifeWorkin' at the xerox machineThe day that he retiredMan, did that man feel badSittin' home alone and with his wifeThe poor guy is goin' madNot even six weeks laterMan walks up to his bossSays hey, you needn't pay so muchBut can I get my old job back?Workin' as a copydogWorkin' at the xerox machineFrom seven to five, what a lifeWorkin' at the xerox machine From Letras Mania