Piglet has whiskers but know
It could laugh right off the desk
That got them jobs
Featherweight fathers
Know nothing about daughters
And sons be damned
The rest of the buttons are pushing themselves
To an early grave
Partial schemes, pleasure schemes
Business shemes, pleasure swells
We all got jobs
Like our opinions and millions of readers
And they pass, we fall
You'll have a hard time
When you deal with folks like managers
Everybody "Wang Chung" tonight
And I'm given to thoughts of happiness
Do-si-do to the head of the class
And I'm given to thoughts of happiness