I DON'T WORK HERE ANYMORE
Collects seventies disco 45s and builds every track around one bar he could not stop playing
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- A minor
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 2.1s
- length
- 3:44
- language
- En
lyrics
(an elevator dings) Going down. For the last time. (ow!) One cardboard box, one dying fern One stapler I will not return Five years of let's just circle back I'm circling out the exit, Jack (bye bye!) I dropped my lanyard on the floor And moonwalked out the revolving door (one more time!) I don't work here anymore (he don't work here anymore!) I don't work here anymore Tell the printer the war is over I don't work here anymore Sing it down to the second floor I don't work here anymore (no more, no more, no more!) Susan hugged the dying fern I told her, Susan, live and learn The card went round: we'll miss you, miss— sorry, quick one — who is this? (who is this?!) I ate my lunch at half past ten Just because. And then again. (freedom tastes like crisps!) I don't work here anymore (he don't work here anymore!) I don't work here anymore Tell the printer the war is over I don't work here anymore Sing it down to the second floor I don't work here anymore (no more, no more, no more!) What if money? What if rent? (shh shh shh) I'll think about it Monday. No — I'm free. I'm scared. It's excellent. (strings swell back in) I don't work here anymore (he don't work here anymore!) I don't work here anymore I don't work here anymore I don't work here anymore (no more, no more, no more!) (he don't work here!) Tell payroll I said something nice (he don't work here anymore!)