Ladies and Gents I have seen the future
and pretty soon you’ll need a PhD to be an English tutor
You’re gonna have to put your house up to lease a scooter
We still work but our bosses are now mean computers
They make the decision on when your lunch break is given
By whether the printers need new ink, tape, or ribbons
You cant leave there’s a brand new stapler missin’
No Panda Express for their cashew flavored chicken

We tell on each other for eight cent raises
and all the comeadians make Dane Cook faces
and the rap ha no lyrics just eight hooks pasted
and the newborn babies are given Facebook pages

Cause ever since birth we’ll be prisoners in a meshwork
There’s a war on terror but innocent people get hurt
and now Al Qaeda’s a system of internet jerks
and Osama Bin Laden is in your extended network