Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Makin’ moves, tryna leave this dump,
Stuck in a cubicle-shaped speed bump.
Clickin’ through slicers like I’m in a trance,
While my cat starts a literal fire dance.
Tail ablaze, smells like doom,
Guess I’m coding in a gas-filled room.

(Chorus)
Oh, the dashboard’s big, and the stakes are high,
My sanity’s low and I’m askin’ why.
I’ve used my brain, it’s officially fried,
Like a chip in a fryer at quarter to five.
Need a win, need a break, need a nap and a hug,
Or a full-blown scream on the company rug.

(Verse 2)
Calculated margins with a vengeance so raw,
Haven’t felt this pain since my last in-law.
Charts go up, KPIs scream "wow,"
But I’m sweating like a burrito in a microwave now.
McDonald’s pending, a Big Mac dream,
But anxiety’s poppin’ like it’s got a live stream.

(Bridge)
If I don’t get this job, I’ll cry on the floor,
While Chris shakes his head and shows me the door.
I’ll be more sad than a printer on jam,
Sadder than Excel without a pivot plan.

(Final Chorus)
So I’ll finish this thing though I look like a ghost,
Fueled by fries and a nervous toast.
To the job I want and the life I crave,
To dashboards, cats, and being brave.
Lord help me if this ain’t enough—
Just let me hit send before I combust!

(Outro spoken dramatically)
This has been a tale of grit, graphs, and grilled chicken.
Goodnight and good luck.